Worried About The Beaver

Ward, I’m worried about The Beaver

Beav’s brother Wally is Mr. New Wave
Says Mary Ellen Rogers is the girl that I crave
The Beaver’s a skin, shaved down to the roots
But he still needs his mom’s help to put on his boots
Wally says”Beaver, this is way outta hand”
I ain’t shaving my head, I ain’t joining your band
Instead of hanging around with your little punk pals
You can look just like me and get all the gals
Mary Ellen’s got a test and I’m helping her cram
I don’t want you having Larry over to slam
You’re embarrassing me and I’m losing my friends
Let’s call Eddie Haskell see what he recommends

Kid you’re going about it all the wrong way don’t you see
It’s not everybody who can get chicks like me
You gotta be a sex punk, wear leather and chains
The girls don’t give a shit about your unity claims

Beaver’s straight edge and he got really pissed
Him, Larry, and Whitey all clenched up their fists
After eating Doc Martins, Eddie felt like a fool
And they left him there bleeding shouting”Mayfield skins rule!”