| Song | Goth Girls - Original |
| Artist | MC Frontalot |
| Album | Nerdcore Rising |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they're the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of 'em... | |
| Ummmm hello! I was wondering, how goth is my frock? | |
| I got this thing for horror movies and mope rock | |
| but I can't shock my hair up (I ran out of stock) | |
| and just like that, Frontalot ran out of talk. | |
| It was tragic, unheard of, never seen, me: | |
| out of rhymes when they usually come indefatigably | |
| but me here talk good? No, bad talk do! | |
| like my tongue got encrypted right before I lost root | |
| like my small talk got box-roxed on a prior boot | |
| it's moot, she only dates guys in chokes and Docs, | |
| not brutes lacking eye-liner like I lack | |
| but look, I'll put a little on plus lip shellac | |
| just to stand next to that and dream about love | |
| of necessity, that has always had to be enough | |
| 'cause I can't talk to goth girls, I just stare and stammer | |
| "My name is MC frimmer frammer." | |
| Damn her if she giggle, damn her double if she laugh | |
| goth girls like it when you double-damn it twice fast. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they're the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of 'em but I ain't got laid. | |
| Got shunned by her at the Rocky Horror premiere. | |
| She steered clear of the nerd crowd but I heard loud in my ear | |
| the disdain that she held for my type | |
| always geeking on the computron — I get hype | |
| on the stage, she might notice me then and observe | |
| that I'm "ironically hip in some flip universe" | |
| and her purse in patent leather held in fishnet glove | |
| could then contain MP3 player with the Front filled up. | |
| Her name is Nyteshaed, yo don't call her cherry tomato. | |
| She look like Paisley Tinkle but poisonous like Topato. | |
| She says her hair got attacked cause it's black and it's blue. | |
| She got the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac tattoo. | |
| Legs all deep in the boots, boots all up on the heels | |
| yes, the kind to make a certain type of fetishist squeal. | |
| The ordeal I endure: this close to her splendor | |
| besieged by my shyness; try this: I surrender! | |
| and render my intentions in the usual way | |
| (home alone, SuicideGirls up on the cathode ray.) | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they're the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of 'em but I ain't got laid. | |
| IRL, my woman tells me that I shouldn't be covetin' | |
| I tell her "yo, you better get in a coven then." | |
| It's like eek, I get to sleep on the couch for a week | |
| all watching old Elvira videos on TV. | |
| Yeah hee hee hee, laugh it up. You don't live like I do: | |
| at the mercy of any sister with wrist scars and black eye goo. | |
| I've tried to get into cheerleaders and failed | |
| Banana Repugnant and tanned, so bland and so stale. | |
| Avail myself of the local café, light a clove up | |
| thumb through Camus (in French, which I can't read, but so what?) | |
| I think that goth could flower in nerdcore's embrace | |
| I mean converted Edward Gorey's lettering into a typeface | |
| befriended vampires on LJ and MySpace | |
| even put that spooky echo filter on the bass | |
| but I can't talk to goth girls, I just stare and stammer | |
| "My name is MC frimmer frammer." | |
| Damn her if she giggle, damn her double if she laugh | |
| goth girls like it when you double-damn it twice fast. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they're the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of 'em but I ain't got laid. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they're the girls that got | |
| their souls stuck somewhere between the kettle and pot. | |
| Frontalot been enamored of 'em since I was young | |
| met a hundred dozen of 'em, never ever humped one. |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of ' em... | |
| Ummmm hello! I was wondering, how goth is my frock? | |
| I got this thing for horror movies and mope rock | |
| but I can' t shock my hair up I ran out of stock | |
| and just like that, Frontalot ran out of talk. | |
| It was tragic, unheard of, never seen, me: | |
| out of rhymes when they usually come indefatigably | |
| but me here talk good? No, bad talk do! | |
| like my tongue got encrypted right before I lost root | |
| like my small talk got boxroxed on a prior boot | |
| it' s moot, she only dates guys in chokes and Docs, | |
| not brutes lacking eyeliner like I lack | |
| but look, I' ll put a little on plus lip shellac | |
| just to stand next to that and dream about love | |
| of necessity, that has always had to be enough | |
| ' cause I can' t talk to goth girls, I just stare and stammer | |
| " My name is MC frimmer frammer." | |
| Damn her if she giggle, damn her double if she laugh | |
| goth girls like it when you doubledamn it twice fast. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of ' em but I ain' t got laid. | |
| Got shunned by her at the Rocky Horror premiere. | |
| She steered clear of the nerd crowd but I heard loud in my ear | |
| the disdain that she held for my type | |
| always geeking on the computron I get hype | |
| on the stage, she might notice me then and observe | |
| that I' m " ironically hip in some flip universe" | |
| and her purse in patent leather held in fishnet glove | |
| could then contain MP3 player with the Front filled up. | |
| Her name is Nyteshaed, yo don' t call her cherry tomato. | |
| She look like Paisley Tinkle but poisonous like Topato. | |
| She says her hair got attacked cause it' s black and it' s blue. | |
| She got the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac tattoo. | |
| Legs all deep in the boots, boots all up on the heels | |
| yes, the kind to make a certain type of fetishist squeal. | |
| The ordeal I endure: this close to her splendor | |
| besieged by my shyness try this: I surrender! | |
| and render my intentions in the usual way | |
| home alone, SuicideGirls up on the cathode ray. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of ' em but I ain' t got laid. | |
| IRL, my woman tells me that I shouldn' t be covetin' | |
| I tell her " yo, you better get in a coven then." | |
| It' s like eek, I get to sleep on the couch for a week | |
| all watching old Elvira videos on TV. | |
| Yeah hee hee hee, laugh it up. You don' t live like I do: | |
| at the mercy of any sister with wrist scars and black eye goo. | |
| I' ve tried to get into cheerleaders and failed | |
| Banana Repugnant and tanned, so bland and so stale. | |
| Avail myself of the local cafe, light a clove up | |
| thumb through Camus in French, which I can' t read, but so what? | |
| I think that goth could flower in nerdcore' s embrace | |
| I mean converted Edward Gorey' s lettering into a typeface | |
| befriended vampires on LJ and MySpace | |
| even put that spooky echo filter on the bass | |
| but I can' t talk to goth girls, I just stare and stammer | |
| " My name is MC frimmer frammer." | |
| Damn her if she giggle, damn her double if she laugh | |
| goth girls like it when you doubledamn it twice fast. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of ' em but I ain' t got laid. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that got | |
| their souls stuck somewhere between the kettle and pot. | |
| Frontalot been enamored of ' em since I was young | |
| met a hundred dozen of ' em, never ever humped one. |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of ' em... | |
| Ummmm hello! I was wondering, how goth is my frock? | |
| I got this thing for horror movies and mope rock | |
| but I can' t shock my hair up I ran out of stock | |
| and just like that, Frontalot ran out of talk. | |
| It was tragic, unheard of, never seen, me: | |
| out of rhymes when they usually come indefatigably | |
| but me here talk good? No, bad talk do! | |
| like my tongue got encrypted right before I lost root | |
| like my small talk got boxroxed on a prior boot | |
| it' s moot, she only dates guys in chokes and Docs, | |
| not brutes lacking eyeliner like I lack | |
| but look, I' ll put a little on plus lip shellac | |
| just to stand next to that and dream about love | |
| of necessity, that has always had to be enough | |
| ' cause I can' t talk to goth girls, I just stare and stammer | |
| " My name is MC frimmer frammer." | |
| Damn her if she giggle, damn her double if she laugh | |
| goth girls like it when you doubledamn it twice fast. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of ' em but I ain' t got laid. | |
| Got shunned by her at the Rocky Horror premiere. | |
| She steered clear of the nerd crowd but I heard loud in my ear | |
| the disdain that she held for my type | |
| always geeking on the computron I get hype | |
| on the stage, she might notice me then and observe | |
| that I' m " ironically hip in some flip universe" | |
| and her purse in patent leather held in fishnet glove | |
| could then contain MP3 player with the Front filled up. | |
| Her name is Nyteshaed, yo don' t call her cherry tomato. | |
| She look like Paisley Tinkle but poisonous like Topato. | |
| She says her hair got attacked cause it' s black and it' s blue. | |
| She got the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac tattoo. | |
| Legs all deep in the boots, boots all up on the heels | |
| yes, the kind to make a certain type of fetishist squeal. | |
| The ordeal I endure: this close to her splendor | |
| besieged by my shyness try this: I surrender! | |
| and render my intentions in the usual way | |
| home alone, SuicideGirls up on the cathode ray. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of ' em but I ain' t got laid. | |
| IRL, my woman tells me that I shouldn' t be covetin' | |
| I tell her " yo, you better get in a coven then." | |
| It' s like eek, I get to sleep on the couch for a week | |
| all watching old Elvira videos on TV. | |
| Yeah hee hee hee, laugh it up. You don' t live like I do: | |
| at the mercy of any sister with wrist scars and black eye goo. | |
| I' ve tried to get into cheerleaders and failed | |
| Banana Repugnant and tanned, so bland and so stale. | |
| Avail myself of the local café, light a clove up | |
| thumb through Camus in French, which I can' t read, but so what? | |
| I think that goth could flower in nerdcore' s embrace | |
| I mean converted Edward Gorey' s lettering into a typeface | |
| befriended vampires on LJ and MySpace | |
| even put that spooky echo filter on the bass | |
| but I can' t talk to goth girls, I just stare and stammer | |
| " My name is MC frimmer frammer." | |
| Damn her if she giggle, damn her double if she laugh | |
| goth girls like it when you doubledamn it twice fast. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that go | |
| to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flow | |
| at the show, you can see the black lace on parade | |
| I met a hundred dozen of ' em but I ain' t got laid. | |
| Goth girls, goth girls: they' re the girls that got | |
| their souls stuck somewhere between the kettle and pot. | |
| Frontalot been enamored of ' em since I was young | |
| met a hundred dozen of ' em, never ever humped one. |