Hey you, new wave, come over here   You're the prettiest thing I've seen all year   Hey you, new wave, don't turn away   Close those pouty lips and listen to what I say      Why must you smoke that clove cigarette?   Why must you act like you've got a hole in you head?   Why don't you split the squares and love me instead?      You're all shiny and clean, I've seen you in my dreams   Like the Rolls Royce I can't have   Your presence makes me scream      Sour grapes, you leave such a bad taste   Sour grapes, I don't need you anyways   Sour grapes, feeding, feeding my rage      Hey you, new wave, I pity you   When you get old, what will you do?      What will you do when you turn 21?   You're cockteasing at the singles bar just for fun   What will you do when you turn 31?   What will you do when you don't know how to love anyone?      I wanted her cherry, I got sour grapes   I refuse to climb the ladder for you   I refuse to pant and paw for you   I need love, don't need no beauty queen   But still, when I look at you, I scream      Sour grapes, you leave such a bad taste   Sour grapes, I don't need you anyways   Sour grapes   Just go riding right by me on the crest of the new wave   Sour grapes, feeding, feeding my rage