I磺e got this secret that noone really knows.
If wimpness is a potion then I got a heavy dose.
People think I� a loser and a bore.
But in my home I� hard to the core.

I� drinking in my room and I� surfing on the net.
Acting macho and the keyboard磔 getting wet.
This room is my playgroud where I set the tone.
In here a dork can be bad to the bone.

I KICK THE CAT AND I LIGHT 'EM UP.
POURING VODKA INTO MY SODA POP.
I CRANK UP THE STEREO TO UPSET MY DAD.
BUT OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE NOONE KNOWS I� BAD.

I wear my leather when the door is locked.
And dreams of stealing girls from that football jock.
Guess I have to stick with my girlie mag.
And let everyone think that I� a fag.

I KICK THE CAT AND I LIGHT 'EM UP.
POURING VODKA INTO MY SODA POP.
I CRANK UP THE STEREO TO UPSET MY DAD.
BUT OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE NOONE KNOWS I� BAD.