Music and Lyrics by Alastair Moock ©2002 Moockshake Music
I called her a slut yesterday
When she wasn’t there
Because it was so quiet in the carpool after Hebrew class.
I heard David use the word during lunchtime at school on Monday
And it sounded grown-up
Like mixed drinks or blow job.
So I said it.
I liked the way it rolled on my tongue on the way out
And then rang in my ears —
Sllllllllutt.
I thought it meant someone who wears too much makeup
But it must mean something worse because I’ve been ratted on
And now here comes this girl, fast and angry looking.
She reaches me at the basketball hoop
And she roars,
I heard you called me a slut,
You little shit.
Well, this quiets the whole playground.
And standing in the hushed morning wind,
Surrounded by the piercing quiet of 10,000 smirking mouths
I respond the only way I know how,
You are a double slut.
This is a big mistake.
Now she has me by the throat and she’s tossing me around the three-point line.
As my head pounds into the tarmac,
It occurs to me
That I am no longer in control of this situation.
No, I am definitely not in control.
In fact, I am being beaten down to my essential elements
And every kid in the universe is watching.
What a disgrace.
I’ll never be allowed to laugh
With the boys again.
I’ll never be allowed to kiss
Any of those girls’ mouths when I’m older.
I’ll grow to be an old man
In an old chair
Without ever finding happiness.