Stacy's Perspective (Get Off Our Lawn) Style: Early 2000s guitar-driven pop-punk / alt-rock anthem Tempo: Fast and energetic, dripping with pure sarcasm [Verse 1] You called me up right after school Asked if you could come hang by our pool I did my hair, put my favorite skirt on The second you showed up, you asked, "Where is your mom?" I thought you were just being polite Trying to get the parental invite But you’ve been sitting on my bedroom floor With your eyes completely glued to the door [Pre-Chorus] You haven't heard a single word I’ve said You’re staring out the window pane instead My mom is in the garden in her swimwear And you’re fogging up the glass with a blank stare It’s tragic, it’s desperate, it’s totally sad Are you trying to be my friend or my new dad? [Chorus] Are you seriously out of your mind? Did you think that I was actually blind? You came over here to hang out with me But you’re acting like a creep on TV Yeah, my mom is cool, she’s a total ten But you’re never, ever coming over again So pack up your backpack, get off our lawn Go find a girl whose mom hasn't "got it going on" [Verse 2] Remember last week when you offered to mow? I thought, Wow, he’s really putting on a show But you left a line of grass completely uncut Just to watch her walk inside with her cup You keep "forgetting" your sneakers at my place Just an excuse to see her face-to-face You’re seventeen acting like a midlife crisis And I am completely over your devices [Pre-Chorus] You haven't heard a single word I’ve said You’re staring out the window pane instead My mom is in the kitchen making sweet tea And you're looking at her like she’s a prize on a TV screen It’s tragic, it’s desperate, it’s totally sad Are you trying to be my friend or my new dad? [Chorus] Are you seriously out of your mind? Did you think that I was actually blind? You came over here to hang out with me But you’re acting like a creep on TV Yeah, my mom is cool, she’s a total ten But you’re never, ever coming over again So pack up your backpack, get off our lawn Go find a girl whose mom hasn't "got it going on" [Bridge] (Tempo drops to a heavy, driving drum beat and distorted bass) I told my mom what you said last night She laughed so hard she almost lost her appetite She thinks you're cute, like a little stray pup So honey, do us both a favor and wake the hell up! (Guitar solo kicks in—fast, chaotic, and loud) [Final Chorus] Are you seriously out of your mind? Did you think that I was actually blind? You came over here to hang out with me But you’re acting like a creep on TV Yeah, my mom is cool, she’s a total ten But you’re never, ever coming over again So pack up your backpack, get off our lawn Go find a girl whose mom hasn't "got it going on" [Outro] No, she hasn't got it going on for you Go find somebody else's house to visit We're done, we're through Lose my number ...And stay away from my mom! (Final heavy guitar crash, feedback fades out)
