| Punk was rotten, punk was vicious
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| Always being unambitious
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| Punk was a piss-up, punk was a punch-up
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| Picking your nose and chucking your lunch up
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| Punk was obnoxious, punk was obscene
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| Having a pop at our dear Queen
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| Punk was a twisted tasteless trip
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| Punk was a pin through her majesty’s lip
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| We never took shit from noone, we just didn’t give a fuck
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| If you didn’t like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck
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| Punk was a riot, every night a rumble
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| A nice bit o’blow and a nice bit o’grumble
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| Punk was a sleazy, punk was a slum
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| Polaroid pics in bed with your mum
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| Punk was unhealthy, quite unclean
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| It was a mockery, malignant mean
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| Punk was criminal, punk was a con
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| And so was our favourite fugitive Ron
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| Now open your eyes and listen my son
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| There’s no reason to be sad
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| Just hang around and stay with us
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| It’ll all be coming back |