This song is brought to you in part by the letter E
It goes out to all who remember how it used to be
Back when Atari ruled and Trapper Keepers filled the schools
And MTV played videos when things were alright

Slap bracelets everywhere and hoop earrings
And crimped hair, hula-hooping on the driveway
Skip-it, cute in tight-rolled blue jeans.

But she would never go for you
Without Superman underroos
Maybe a Mr. T tattoo
And your Converse All-Stars

She had a puffy-painted shirt
A Polly-Pocket and a Bert and Ernie doll
And Papa Smurf and the Barbie Corvette

I gotta know
I gotta know
How do I make her mine?

Your Michael Jackson shirt was bad
Your G.I. Joe big wheel was rad
But if you only could have had
A real light saber

Then you'd be sure to win her heart
And never ever grow apart
'Cause this was only just the start
Of the wonder years

Maybe she watches Fraggle Rock
And likes your extra-high, striped socks
Just sing her New Kids on the Block
And she's sure to love you

I gotta know
I gotta know
How do I make her mine?

With her jelly shoes
Scrunchy on her shirt
And her leg warmers
She looked like Rainbow Brite

I wanna be her He-Man
I wann show her I can
I could be MacGyver
I'm more than meets the eye

I gotta know
I gotta know
How do I make her mine?
I gotta know
I gotta know
How do I make her mine?
I gotta know
I gotta know
And knowing is half the battle
I gotta know
I gotta know
How do I make her mine?