1985 you're seventeen and you're about to explode

Your mum and your dad never understood

You just want to burn

So you start a band

And do the best you can

This time you're really gone to kick some ass

4 in a small van of fortune

You're gonna hit the road

And you say

Fuck you fuck you fuck you on and on

And ten years later you're still a punk

You never meant to stop

Yes you're a tough guy

And you ask for more

More money, more beers, more girls after the gigs

Now that you're on the top you don't wanna to get down

Well I say

Fuck you fuck you fuck you on and on

You just forgot what punk is for

It's not a fashion attitude

You sold your soul to your enemy

Pretending you won't let it be

And in 1996 if you're a punk

My mum is a punk

My dad is a punk

My brother is a punk

And everybody is a punk

Fuck you fuck you fuck you on and on