I remembered when they told you that you had to leave it out That the King’s Road fade on a Saturday; that’s what it’s all about The 100 Club on Monday was the only place to be Bultex on a Tuesday; what else did you need? Everybody’s rocking to the rhythm of the reggae sound No one wants to get left out, everyone’s around
Are you mod? Are you a skin? Are you punk? Or are you just faking? Are you mod? Are you a skin? Are you punk? Or are you just faking?
Are you in it for a love, boy? Are you in it for the change? Are you in it for anything? Well, I’m in it all the same My band upon my back, son; we’re back there again today It’s not the same as the last one, but anything makes a change Now everybody’s dancing to the motor city beat You got to look real sharp, boy; you got to move your feet
Are you mod? Are you a skin? Are you punk? Or are you just faking? Are you mod? Are you a skin? Are you punk? Or are you just faking?
Well, there they caught you skanking to the sick new bleeding fun Everything’s just dandy; just stay and fucking run
Are you mod? Are you a skin? Are you punk? Or are you just faking? Are you mod? Are you a skin? Are you punk? Or are you just faking?
Is there a mod? Are you a skin? The punk rockers, we’re hearing it again Is there a mod? Are you a skin? The punk rockers, we’re hearing it again