[Instrumental Intro]

Oh…no…no…no!!

Now I’m in this teen’s awkward phase
Makes me ashamed to be seen in public
I walk through the halls with pus and bruise
Red pustules had turned me to a grunged chick
Greased my face with bad complexion
Gave me the wrong impression
Pimples grown bad
(Bad, bad, bad)
So fried are my glands
(Oh, so bad!)
They’ve grown from my shoulder to back
(Shoulder through back)
Like those molds, there’s more spores to be land
(Spores have landed)

Now there’s some bad things known to teen
When peers treat you slightly mean
When zits pop around… they break out all around
Oh, no…not again, no!

My forehead appears to have acne
They happen to camouflage my beauty
Foundation: this blotch I try to hide
More others throw taunts, they would act so rudely
Wished I hadn’t scarfed on fast food
Now I’m so ashamed to walk nude
All covered with “spores”
(Blackheads: more)
So large are my pores
(Larger those pores)
I look like a human dart board
(Bull’s eye they’ve scored)
All those rumors, they’re spreading the word
(Spreading the words)

Oooh…ooh….ooh...whoa!!

There's more sad things known to teen
Makes our stomachs turn so green
More zits pop around…don’t stop growing around!
Oh, no!

No more Proactiv will
Try to keep those papules rid
All those spots I try to hide
Couldn’t hide even if I try
Pimples pop around
Look like crater-faced clown
No way, no way!

No rest till I clear up my face
A need for clear complexion
I’d have a great impression
In time my face have cleared
All those pimples disappeared
Now I’m really glad…not feeling so bad…