Drop Dead Delilah

Roll up! Roll up! Hey kids! (Yeah!)
Are you sick and tired of being pushed around all the time?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
With me there isn't any rules
You can do anything you wanna do
Anything at all, here with me

They just wanna try it, wanna taste it, wanna eat it
All the flavours that I got in my ice cream truck
They just wanna buy it, come along, made a profit
From the kids lining up for the photo, photo-op

Everybody, look at the ceiling
People would rather just ignore the feeling
Cover your ears to ignore the screaming
Of Mom and Dad fighting like every evening (no, no)

Let me introduce myself
Name, Delilah, I was lost on the bookshelf
Nobody came to be in my story
Didn't turn a page 'cause damn, they're boring

But you came to be my friend
Didn't really care what anybody said
They're gonna say that it's all in your head
But I'm a real imaginary friend

Pull up in my ice cream truck
Pull up in my ice cream truck
In my ice cream truck
Pull up in my ice cream truck
Pull up in my ice cream truck
And we're never gonna

Look, kids, I got every flavour
When your Mama gets home, we can piss of the neighbours
Everybody comes out, we will never surrender
Just blame it on me, "drop-dead Delilah"

Mama looking pissed with her face like this
With her hands on her hips, wait a minute like, whoa
Hey, Mommy, you're a hotty but a snotty
All the granny-ass clothes, well, they've gotta go

Look at us, we're the real shit
Hey, let's make a Molotov sandwich
All the other kids wanna grow up too quick
We just wanna break shit
We just wanna break, wanna break, break!

They all wanna grow up too quick
But all the boys at your school make us feel sick
And when nobody is looking an evil plan has been cooking
And everybody, they're watching until they all get sick

Everybody does the same shit
Same thing, different day, just repeat it
And when nobody is looking an evil plan has been cooking
And everybody, they're watching until they flip their shit

Pull up in my ice cream truck
Pull up in my ice cream truck
In my ice cream truck
Pull up in my ice cream truck
Pull up in my ice cream truck
And we're never gonna

Look, kids, I got every flavour
When your Mama gets home, we can piss of the neighbours
Everybody comes out, we will never surrender
Just blame it on me, "drop-dead Delilah"
Drop-dead Delilah
Drop-dead Delilah

Don't blame it on the-, blame it on the-, blame it on the kids
Blame it on me 'cause I don't give a shit
Blame it on me 'cause I came to corrupt them
Middle finger up, like it's going out of fashion, yeah

Growing up's a trap, all of my toys, I'm bringing them back
The real world sucks, and we don't like that
The real world sucks, and growing up's a trap, and growing up's a trap!
Growing up's a trap!

All of my toys, I'm bringing them back
I wanna act out, wanna be a little brat
The real world sucks, and growing up's a trap, and growing up's a trap!

Don't blame it on the-, blame it on the-, blame it on the kids
Blame it on me 'cause I don't give a shit
Blame it on me 'cause I came to corrupt them
Middle finger up, like it's going out of fashion

Pull up in my ice cream truck
Pull up in my ice cream truck
In my ice cream truck
Pull up in my ice cream truck
Pull up in my ice cream truck
And we're never gonna

Look, kids, I got every flavour
Look, kids, I got every flavour
Look, kids, I got every flavour
Just blame it on me, "drop-dead Delilah"

Drop, drop, drop
Just blame it on me, "drop-dead Delilah"
Drop, drop, drop
Just blame it on me, "drop-dead Delilah"
Drop, drop, drop
Just blame it on me, "drop-dead Delilah"
Drop, drop, drop
Just blame it on me, "drop-dead Delilah"
Drop-dead Delilah



Credits
Writer(s): Lauren Tate
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