Lyrics

He's called the Poppaloopa (that's me) don't get ahead a me (oops)
Smooth lover, Don Juan, with a pedigree
One word, please, will bring a girl to her knees
Turn the homecoming queen to a ball of nervous energies
Like Captain Kirk, never had to work
The script says he gets the ladies even when he acts the jerk
One look, one touch, one smile and oh my
I guess that's what they're tryin' to signify when they call him...

Poppaloopa
Poppaloopa (top dog)
Poppaloopa
Poppaloopa (dot com)

Now it's no simple act, a power like that
The capacity to chat like a beaurocrat (wow)
With vocal panache (and loads of cash) huh
It's a miracle he's never gotten whiplash
Oh, but he's never one to squabble, he stays out of trouble
Squeaky clean like Travolta in a bubble, but, now
If someone cross him (oops), Poppaloopa's awesome (boom)
and watch who emerges from the rubble

chorus

wait, wait, wait, wait) she said (what smells so good?
The Poppaloopa (hey baby) then like balsa wood (crack)
Somethin' just snapped, somethin' under the hood
She fell to her knees (baby I don't feel so good)
Heart broken in two, she shouldn't have spoken to dude
But who knew that one look would pop open a wound
It weren't his first plan, some say it's a curse (naaa)
That's the worst the way ladies be thirstin' after pop, pop

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