Maggie Pesky, what goes on in your head?
Oh, Maggie Pesky, were you under my bed?
You're dreaming of being a singer,
And a famous rockstar.
You bend the rules to make it bigger,
While you play your own neck guitar.

Maggie Pesky, you don't want to be captured.
Maggie Pesky, gaze into the future.
You're wanting to become a member,
of Buzzdale's old club,
But the situation wasn't better,
Ignoring math tests like a snub.

(Guitar Solo)

Maggie Pesky, what songs will you perform?
Maggie Pesky, you are high above norm.
Your music has been such a classic.
I hear the teacher's call.
Your song seems to be filled with magic.
You seem to be having a ball.

You want to join the rock band?
The Flaming Moths is your band.
The Flaming Moths, The Flaming Moths is your band, yeah!

(Guitar Solo 2)