She said, “Hey, hon
You haven’t changed a single bit.”
I said, “Come on,
Why then do I always feel like shit?
Now all I want (na-na-na-na-na)
Is quiet on my suburban throne.”
Now my back is low, my hair’s gone south,
And my teen spirit’s got a middle-aged mouth.
You’d better not disturb the peace,
Coz all my rage now needs a lease.
But when the music blasts from my car,
Life’s not as lame as I thought by far;
It keeps me sane, it drowns the groan,
It’s still my fucking punk rock song!
They said, “Hey boss,
You’re just too old to act this way,
This is just... gross.”
Hey folks, why not just look away?
Coz all I want (na-na-na-na-na)
Is thrashing naked on my lawn.
Now my back is low, my hair’s gone south,
And my teen spirit’s got a middle-aged mouth.
You’d better not disturb the peace,
Coz all my rage now needs a lease.
But when the music blasts from my car,
Life’s not as lame as I thought by far;
It keeps me sane, it drowns the groan,
It’s still my fucking punk rock song!
My fucking punk rock song (punk rock song)
My fucking punk rock song (punk rock song)
My fucking punk rock song (punk rock song)
My fucking punk rock song!