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