New Delhi Lyrics - Damnwells

What's the deal with you and Lucinda? 

She said that you broke her hymen 

While playing kick ball 

I just think that you really weren't trying 

I've seen you slay bigger dragons 

In the Moorestown mall 

Give me a call, we're [Incomprehensible] 

Run and slide on your belly 

Folks are in New Delhi 

We're making prank calls 

I don't think you really remember 

There's something behind your eyes 

When you punched Sam Roy 

But please excuse our son, he doesn't feel right 

He just doesn't seem to enjoy all the things 

That a little boy should 

Give me a call, we're having a ball 

Go and turn on the TV 

Naked women on 63 

I wish I was tall, alright 

Gloria just confused with Walter 

She would never hold hands with a boy like you 

'Cause you're made of slime 

Don't tell me that my boy has big problems 

Don't you worry about my son 

He'll be just fine 

Give me a call, we're [Incomprehensible] 

Run and slide on your belly 

Folks are in New Delhi 

We're making prank calls 

Give me a call, we're having a ball 

Go and turn on the TV 

Naked women on 63 

I wish I was tall 

Don't you wish you were tall 

We're having a ball 

We're having a ball 

We're having a ball 

We're having a ball 

We're having a ball 

We're having a ball 

We're having a ball