Darlene, Darlene, Darlene, Darlene.

I'm begging of you, don't tell Roseanne and Dan.

Darlene, Darlene, Darlene, Darlene.

Please don't tell them, just because you can.

Your moodiness is beyond compare, your face is covered by your hair.
Our rivalry has been, arising so it seems.
Your smile is like a deathly sting, your voice is rough, I must complain.
And I cannot sleep next to you, Darlene.
You cough and shout in your sleep.
There's nothing I can do to keep,
from crying, when you fart my way, Darlene.
And I can easily understand, how people take you for a man.
But you don't know how it hurts to me, Darlene.

Darlene, Darlene, Darlene, Darlene.

I'm begging of you, don't tell Roseanne and Dan.

Darlene, Darlene, Darlene, Darlene.

Please don't tell them that I went with Mark in his van.

You could have your choice of men, but I can only love one man.
He's the bad boy down the street, Darlene.
I have to have a talk with you, my happiness is slipping through.
And whatever I decide, eat it, Darlene.

Darlene, Darlene, Darlene, Darlene.

I'm begging of you, don't tell Roseanne and Dan.

Darlene, Darlene, Darlene, Darlene.

Please don't call me butt face just because you can.
Darlene, Darlene.