Lyrics:

Bored at a party Saturday night looking at Tupperware,
In came a chick who made me quickly glad I was th there,
How could I get the courage to ask her for a date?
Twas such a task for me to ask by then it was too late
Howza bouta... Howza Bouta, ooh she drives me crazy
Howza bouta, howza bouta kiss baby!
Why am I such a whimp I thought a soft and skinny puff
For me to ask a kiss from her was difficult and tough
Right that's it I decided to confront the lass,
I started shakin at the knees and tried to make a pass
I lose my bottle every time I see a girl I like
I start talkin' jibberish and she says 'on yer bike'
There must be something I can do a kiss would make my day
But every time my gob opens I don't know what to say