Punk Boy
Who's that boy with the honey face, looks like he should be sedated
He's all smash and grab in his adidas tags, wound up and agitated
And I bet he's not a real punk boy
Bet he's not a real punk boy
Bet he's not a real punk boy
Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room
Do rain clouds scatter and fall
Do you feel yourself sigh as he passes you by
Or do you grow a hundred feet tall
D'you go bang-shang-alang, every time you see him
D'you go bang-shang-alang, everytime you're near him
D'you go bang-shang-alang, everytime you hear him
If you don't he's not a real punk boy
If you don't he's not a real punk boy
If you don't he's not a real punk boy at all!
Who's that boy with the ocean green eyes, in Rough Trade every Saturday
Don't he look cute in his eighties tracksuit
I wish I hadn't thrown mine away
And I bet he's not a real punk boy
Bet he's not a real punk boy
Bet he's not a real punk boy
Do the stars explode when he walks you home
On a cool and clear evening
D'you wanna put him on like your favourite song
Or never wanna hear him
D'you go bang-shang-alang, everytime you see him
D'you go bang-shang-alang, everytime you're near him
D'you go bang-shang-alang, everytime you hear him
If you don't he's not a real punk boy
If you don't he's not a real punk boy
If you don't he's not a real punk boy at all!