He was a boy, she was a girl. Listen, it isn't so obvious.
He was a punk, she took ballet. But this time there's a little more to say.
He wanted her, thought she was swell. She told him she wanted him as well.
All of her friends stuck up their nose, but she still tore off his baggy clothes.

He was a skater boy, tempt-every-fater boy.
She couldn't resist his freaky charm.
Wearing a wedding dress, white or did you not guess?
They walked down the aisle, arm-in-arm.

Five years from now, she sits at home.
Reading the baby Dad's latest poem.
But back on TV, guess what she sees?
A barely-clothed singer on MTV.
Baby throws up, Mommy does too.
And Daddy's words show he don't have a clue.
Maybe if she had turned down his date
he'd have an artistic motivate.

He was a skater boy, victim-to-fater boy.
Why did he go right after her?
Maybe he'd be a star, going Bruce Springsteen-far
instead of a laid-off homemaker?

Sorry, girl, but you messed up.
Well, tough luck, that boy's screwed now.
On weak checks your cash depends.
This is how the story ends.
Too bad that he couldn't see
you're not worth eternity.
There is more than meets the eye.
With you, he kissed career goodbye.

He was a boy, she was a girl, and now it all seems very odious.
They're still in love, 'cause he hasn't heard
the girl who could've rocked his world.

You were a skater boy, why did you date her, boy?
She wasn't good enough for you.
We knew she'd end up this way, you didn't have guts to say
"To myself I must be true!"