September '75 I was 47 inches high
Mom said by Christmas I would have
A bad-ass mother G.I. Joe
For your little minds to blow
I still got beat up after class
Now I'm big and important
One angry dwarf
Two hundred solemn faces are you
If you really wanna see me
Check your papers and the TV
Look who's telling who what to do
Kiss my ass good-bye
Don't give me that bullshit
You know who I am
I'm your nightmare, little man
Vic, you stole my lunch money, made me cry
Jane, remember second grade?
Said you couldn't stand my face
Rather than kiss me
You said you'd rather die
You'll be sorry one day
Yes you will, yes you will
You shouldn't push me around
'Cause I will, yes I will
You will be sorry when I'm big
Yes you will be sorry