Backbeat's got me falling behind
  And I can't keep 'em up
  This ska-rock-jazz-pop beat is bad
  When will this practice stop?
  now my girl's coming through the door
  I hope that she's alone
  But that green-haired guy's with her
  Why can't he stay at home?
 
 my woman, 
 likes to fall for the kind
 who buy their punk at the five and dime, 
 they'll be straight again in six month's time
 why can't she see
 i got my punk the hard way
 beat up in school and called gay
 be punk until my dying day
 
  My woman loves the punk
  And she's wasting all my time
  always talking 'bout his prince albert
  And his stupid fucking rhymes
  been buggered blue to get this far
  while he's all attitude
  And to her when I serenade
  For me she's got no moves 

 my woman, 
 likes to fall for the kind
 who buy their punk at the five and dime, 
 they'll be straight again in six month's time
 why can't she see, 
 i got punk the hard way
 beat up in school and called gay
 i'll be a punk 'til my dying day

Mall punks all get the chicks
Who won't sink to their level
It only takes a couple weeks
To turn 'em into rebels
walk with her by my side
She still can't feel my rhythm
I look into her eyes
I can see she's somewhere else with him.
  

 my woman, 
 likes to fall for the kind
 who buy their punk at the five and dime, 
 they'll be straight again in six month's time
 why can't she see, 
 i got punk the hard way
 beat up in school and called gay
 i'll be a punk 'til my dying day

the woman i love tends to fall for the type
who live their lives on image and hype
that kinda shit just makes me mad
in a half a year it's another new fad
can't she see what's really true
and all this shit that i've been through
'cause there's more punk inside of me
than he could ever be
so fuck you