1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 I was a teenage wuss In junior high school, I had oily, stringy hair and lots of pimples I wore really wussy clothes Most of the other kids called me a faggot Even some of the other wusses called me a faggot There was maybe five kids in the whole school who were wussier than I was I was really wussed out I was afraid of girls, and guys scared the shit out of me They used to say to me, "What are you, fucking queer?" They wanted me to fight, to prove I wasn't a faggot But I didn't fight, I ran away {Swearing in the background} I was a wuss I was never into any sports at all I never took showers after gym class I wore my gym clothes under my regular clothes So I wouldn't have to change in front of everybody else I was afraid to realize my full potential in school Because, to the other kids The smarter you were The wussier you were I was a hopeless wuss Wuss, wuss, wuss I was into science fiction and math and chess It was not fun being a wuss, and even now Now that I'm not nearly as much of a wuss as I once was I still feel kind of wussy from time to time Residual wussiness The kind of thing you can never really leave behind That's the way it goes