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