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Rick Aster
Lyrics

Punks

Rick Aster
1996

People aren’t what they used to be
I don’t want to alarm you, no
But when you’re walking down the street
There are punks behind every window
Punks eating pizza, punks driving cars
Punks in churches, punks in bars
Punks play piano, punks on the street
A lonely punk looking for a punk to meet

Punks
Punks
The mayor might mistake us all for monks
Punks
Punks
A wilder ride than driving round with drunks

You can’t tell a book by its cover
You can’t tell people by their fronts
Ask the right questions and you’ll discover
Four out of five doctors . . . are punks
Punks run for office, punks run the banks
Punks play football, punks pull pranks
Punk legislators, punk magistrates
And I believe some punks are heads of states
Punks
Punks
The mayor might mistake us all for monks
Punks
Punks
A wilder ride than driving round with drunks
So here we are
Punks in every car
We’re everywhere, you know

My dad got a new job: he works for Punks, Incorporated.
Church organists: punks! You can see it in their eyes!
Try yelling, "Hey! Punk!" and see how many people turn around.
Who do you think buys all those sneakers you see in stores? Punks!
My sister Sophie traded in her Bug: now she drives a punkmobile.
Have you seen Good Morning America? They should call it Good Morning American Punks!
Have you seen our new football team? The Baltimore Punks!

People aren’t what they used to be
I don’t mean to alarm you at all
But there are punks in every house on your street
Punks in every store in the mall
Punks writing letters, punks singing songs
Punks as singles, punks in throngs
Punks in rebellion, punks in disguise
And two punks look into each other’s eyes

Punks
Punks
The mayor might mistake us all for monks
Punks
Punks
A wilder ride than driving round with drunks
And you can call us . . .
Punks
Punks
The mayor might mistake us all for monks
And we don’t care!
Punks
Punks
A wilder ride than driving round with drunks
Let’s go!