Boy, I'm practically a rockstar
With my hair all blowin' when I'm in my mom's car
I have my thumb, index finger, and pinkie up, and stick my tongue out
I head bang to my favorite song, whenever it's about
Screaming and laughing, I'm just having fun
'Cause that's what rockers do, even if they hadn't won
I play the air guitar, and tap my foot to the beat
I sing in the hair brush, and move my feet
My best friend and I, we're the true rebels in this school
We walk by lockers and see all the boys drool
Jumping and spinning, and falling on our beds
Dancing so much, it hurts our heads
We wear our hair all messed up, and we got our jeans
We're wearin' our gangsta hats, makin' a scene
Tripping and falling, and getting hurt a lot
And going around the mall saying: "Ooh, he's hot!"
It's what we do, you got your style, and we got ours
But the real fact is, that Jalissa and I are rockstars
