It's just a stupid little love song
It's just a stupid little
It's just a stupid little love song
Here we go
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Granddad fought in World War II, your cousin landed on the moon
Your mother is a diplomat Senator of Connecticut
Your sister's got a 4.0, your father's got his own talk show
Your brother aced the science test, he found the cure for morning breath
I came here by taxi you came by limousine
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
Three chords and a microphone
Just a stupid little love song
Hip-hop and rock-n-roll
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
You're captain of the football team, a cheerleader's recurring dream
You're on the road to Harvard law, I'm on the bus to Arkansas
I stand in your doorway your world looks so enchanting
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
Three chords and a microphone
Just a stupid little love song
Hip-hop and rock-n-roll
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
And the moon comes in the window like a spotlight
Listen up 'cause this is real
I sit you down and I begin to gently rock the mic
'Cause I'm trying to tell you what I feel
And we're truly approaching a moment
And then you lean over and say
"What's my name, what's my name, what's my name"
Oh come on, here we go
{Hi is Brett home?
Well, will you tell him I came by?}
I stand in your driveway
Your world looks so far away and all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
Three chords and a microphone
Just a stupid little love song
Hip-hop and rock-n-roll
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Just a stupid little love song
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you
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