I can't believe I'm stuck with her all summer
I'll be she doesn't wrestle, hunt or box
He looks conceited
What a total bummer
If I get lucky I'll get chicken pox

We are a band
And not a band of animals
This masquerade
Is more than I can bear

If I could break this spell, I'd run to him today
And somehow I know he's on his way to me
Derek, you and I were meant to be

We're off on a mission
We're tough; in good condition
We're short
But standing tall
No fear!

Gosh, it's such a hoot to see them quaking
When I'm king they'll treat me with respect
I can't wait to watch their poor hearts breaking
So much for politically correct

Every single princess on the planet
Prayed to be invited to the ball
Every Portia, Guinevere and Janet
Would come by coach or boat to be here
Most would swim the moat to be here

Far longer than forever
I'll hold you in my heart
It's almost like you're here with me
Although we're far apart

Gosh, it's such a hoot to see them quaking
When I'm king they'll treat me with respect
And I can't wait to see their poor hearts breaking
So much for politically correct

I knew that we belonged together
Long before I knew your name
And the only thing I longed for
Was a sign to prove you felt the same

Девчонка эта мне испортит лето
Она в глаза не видела ружья
- Он - задавака
- Ну, зачем мне это
- Уж лучше свинкой заболею я