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?