Dad, what was punkrock?

Punk was rotten, punk was vicious
Always being unambitious
Punk was a piss-up, punk was a punch-up
Picking your nose and chucking your lunch up
Punk was obnoxious, punk was obscene
Having a pop at our dear Queen
Punk was a twisted tasteless trip
Punk was a pin through her majesty's lip

We never took shit from no one
We just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music
That was just your bloody hard luck

Punk was a riot, every night a rumble
A nice bit o'blow and a nice bit o'grumble
Punk was a sleazy, punk was a slum
Polaroid pics in bed with your mum
Punk was unhealthy, quite unclean
It was a mockery, malignant mean
Punk was criminal, punk was a con
And so was our favourite fugitive Ron

We never took shit from no one
We just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music
That was just your bloody hard luck

Now open your eyes and listen my son
There's no reason to be sad
Just hang around and stay with us
It'll all be coming back

We never took shit from no one
We just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music
That was just your bloody hard luck

Now open your eyes and listen my son
There's no reason to be sad
Just hang around and stay with us
It'll all be coming back

We never took shit from no one
We just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music
That was just your bloody hard luck

If you didn't like our music
That was just your bloody hard luck