Text: Eugene Kelly. Oomalama. Wannabee.

I really had to laugh when you stabbed me in the back
And like a dog in heat she said she'd stay with me
So I wrote this little song to help me get along
And I took it to the band guitar in my hand
I don't know what I wannabee, what do I wannabee
More than I could take she said this had to break
And it came as no surprise when I had to lie
I don't know what I wannabee, what do I wannabee