Dicen que Buddy Holly, el rockero bueno, pudo haber arrebatado a Elvis el trono del R´n´R. Sin embargo, Buddy no tenía la presencia física ni el aspecto provocativo de muchas de las grandes estrellas, aunque quizás sí el mayor talento musical de todos los cantantes que hicieron fortuna en aquella década.
Buddy Holly
Weezer
What's with these homies dissin' my girl
Why do they gotta front
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent
[Ooh-Ooh] But you know I'm yours
[Ooh-Ooh] And I know you're mine
And that's why...
We-ooh,
I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care about that
Don't you ever fear; I'm always there
I know that you need help
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit
You need a guardian
Bang-bang knockin' on the door
Another bang-bang get down on the floor
Oh no, what do we do
Don't look now but I lost my shoe
I can't run and I can't kick
Whatsa matter babe, are you feelin' sick
Whatsa matter, whatsa matter, whatsa matter with you
Whatsa matter, babe, are you feelin' blue