Wheatus - Wannabe Gangstar Lyrics

I am a wannabe, you'd better be careful around me
I come from far away where Mustang dreams are made
And we are fashioned in the image of the dons who have come before us
We all kiss the rings of sand like our fathers told us

'Cause I'm a wannabe gangster, better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack
Better go back to far away

Like a lemon pie a-la-mode, my nine is easy to load
All hail Jericho, Turnpike Tech, that's where I go
To learn the things about the universe I'll need so I can build a stampede
Because I'm all up in your face again, I'm all up in your face

'Cause I'm a wannabe gangster, better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack
Better go back to far away

A wannabe gangster, a victim of the chromosome prankster
I thanks ya, I sits back in my chair to contemplate my hair
(Damn)
But yo, I'm looking snappy, I'm nappy, I'm crappy
Got jimmy hats from Pappy, so now I'm trigger-happy
(Girl, did he just rhyme "nappy" with "crappy"?)
Yeah, so
You girlies wanna get with this nit-wit, got Cheez Whiz or not?
Then I might have to blow up your mailbox, or biatch
Or toilet-paper your front yard
Show the cops my suburbs card
They got to let me go, 'cause they know that I'm hard
It's the deal, it's for real
You better listen what I'm tellin' you
'Cause I'm a wannabe gangster

Hey, I'm a wannabe gangster, better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack
Better go back to far
Better go back to far away