Covered in leather, or plaid patches, or metal studs
Your hair is dyed or spiked with glue
You only talk to those who look and act the way you do
Cause you think you’re so f___in’ cool
Punk. Punk. Punk.
Punk by the book.
Book. Book. Book.
Punk by the book.
Book. Book. Book.
Punk by the book.
Book. Book. Book.
You say that punk to you is what’s in your mind,
Not what you wear,
But you know you’re so full of s___!
You scoff at how the cops treat you,
But they’re no worse than d___s like you!
I just can’t understand what you’re thinking.
Punk. Punk. Punk.
Punk by the book.
Punk. Punk. Punk.
Punk by the book.
Punk. Punk. Punk.
Punk by the book.
Punk. Punk. Punk.
Punk by the book.
Hey!
Hey!
You’re punk by the book…
Hey!
Hey!
You’re punk by the book! Book!
