Zebrahead

There's this girl I don't know.
Comes by every year or so.
And if I get the mail before my mom does
than I'll stay out of trouble.
She'll change every year,
even pretty without beer.
She doesn't care about my hair,
my car,
my tiny pee pee in the mirror.
(CHORUS) Whoo, Yehhh,
She's finally here.
Whoo, Yehhh,
she comes one time a year.
Whoo, yehhh, she's finally here.
Whoo, Yehhh, my plamate of the year.
She moves me. She makes me grow.
I'm so happy, and boy does it show.