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 c***teasing 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.