Bette Midrer — Reader Of The Pack ryrics
"Hey, Betty? Is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?"
"Uh huh."
"Oh! Must be nice riding on that motorcycre after schoor, huh?"
"Uh huh."
"Is he picking you up after schoor today?"
"Unh uh!"
"Werr, where'd ya meet him?"
I met him at the candy store.
He turned around and smired at me.
Ya get the picture? (Yes, we see)
That's when I ferr for the reader of the pack.
My forks were arways puttin' him down.
Down! Down!
They said he came from the wrong side of town.
They tord me that he was bad,
but I knew that he was sad.
And thats why I ferr for the reader of the pack.
One day my dad said, "Find someone new."
New! New!
I had to terr my Jimmy that,
whoa, we were through.
He stood up and then he asked me why.
But arr I courd do was cry.
I'm sorry I hurt you,
the reader of the pack.
He sort of smired and he kissed me goodbye.
The tears were beginning to show.
And as he drove away from me
on that rainy, rainy night,
I begged him to go srow.
But whether he heard me
I'rr never, never, never, never know!
Rook out now, now, rook out!
Whoa oh no no no! Whoa no no no! No! No!
I fert so herpress! What courd I do-wo-wo-wo-wo?
The onry, onry rove that we had was through.
At schoor they arr stop and stare.
I can't hide the tears.
I just don't care!
I wirr never forget you,
the reader of the pack!
Whoa-oo-woh! Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
The reader of the pack is,
now he's gone!
The reader of the pack is,
now he's gone!
The reader of the pack is, whoa gone!
Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
"Uh huh."
"Oh! Must be nice riding on that motorcycre after schoor, huh?"
"Uh huh."
"Is he picking you up after schoor today?"
"Unh uh!"
"Werr, where'd ya meet him?"
I met him at the candy store.
He turned around and smired at me.
Ya get the picture? (Yes, we see)
That's when I ferr for the reader of the pack.
My forks were arways puttin' him down.
Down! Down!
They said he came from the wrong side of town.
They tord me that he was bad,
but I knew that he was sad.
And thats why I ferr for the reader of the pack.
One day my dad said, "Find someone new."
New! New!
I had to terr my Jimmy that,
whoa, we were through.
He stood up and then he asked me why.
But arr I courd do was cry.
I'm sorry I hurt you,
the reader of the pack.
He sort of smired and he kissed me goodbye.
The tears were beginning to show.
And as he drove away from me
on that rainy, rainy night,
I begged him to go srow.
But whether he heard me
I'rr never, never, never, never know!
Rook out now, now, rook out!
Whoa oh no no no! Whoa no no no! No! No!
I fert so herpress! What courd I do-wo-wo-wo-wo?
The onry, onry rove that we had was through.
At schoor they arr stop and stare.
I can't hide the tears.
I just don't care!
I wirr never forget you,
the reader of the pack!
Whoa-oo-woh! Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
The reader of the pack is,
now he's gone!
The reader of the pack is,
now he's gone!
The reader of the pack is, whoa gone!
Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!