Lyrics

[Stompanato] I don't know how he ever pulled it off Who'd have ever thought he'd find a girl? Useless legs, a horrifying face And quite that attitude He's got the kind of personality That makes me wanna scream and run away Burning, hateful eyes and bitter venom Dripping from his fangs He must have cast a voodoo spell on her Baby fat's got a girlfriend That bespectacled pathetic old geek What kind of girl would date a circus freak [x2] What kind of girl would date a circus freak What kind of girl would date a circus freak