I was sitting here in a preppy shirt And you and my best friend And you came over to me and said Said, \"Hey jerk!\" I've got this good thing going here I thought that I would share with you It's a real neat thing to examine Everybody's doing it and I thought That we should follow the trend But I'm afraid, what'll my parents say Now I know no need to explain that's okay You get your clothes full of holes You spray-paint your hair and then you become a punk
I'm a punk rocker I'm...I'm a punk rocker My attitude is fuck you I want to go home My mind must be, be washed with bleach I feel safer alone
I'm a punk rocker But I'm afraid, what'll my parents say Now I know no need to explain that's okay You get your clothes full of holes You spray-paint you hair, and then you become a punk
I'm a punk rocker I'm...I'm a punk rocker But I'm afraid, what'll my parents say I want to go home My mind must be, be washed in bleach I feel safer alone