I didnt ask to be famous but Im not sore. Cause you can see my face in the window of every store. You can buy by lunchbox and you can wear my clothes. You can remember my name just as plain as the face under your nose. Im a New Kid on the Block Though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach. So we may not write the songs we sing But look at Elvis he sold his soul and you crowned him King. I didnt ask to be famous, but Im not sad, You see, Ive got everything that I always wished I had. I thank my manager and I thank the screaming girls, I thank my hairdresser for giving me such beautiful curls. Now Im a New Kid on the Block, well Im twenty-three and they wont let me grow Up. I went down to register for the draft, Well I got up to the counter, and the lady there just laughted, She said Youre a New Kid on the Block, Young girls scream and old boys mock, Well, you broke my youngest daughters heart. I knew you Kids were trouble from the start. I didnt ask to be famous, but Im not sure That were as apple pie as you always thought we were. I can stay up all night. I can have a blast. I can breakdance, I can fight, I can kick your sorry ass. Im a New Kid on the Block, And though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach, Theres no need to be afraid of us though it just might be your daughter on our Bus.