Johnny cut his hair, now he looks like a punk

with buttons pinned all over his clothes

he got all the albums by the B-52

sometimes he's a one man show



went to NYC to join the crowd

identity was what he need

trouble was, that everybody looked the same

purpose was a total defeat



when there's nothing new, we look for the old

and everybody catches on yeah

all we want to be, is part of the crowd

whether it's right or wrong



what's the use of being yourself

when it seems that no one cares

and if you're a clone of someone else

there is nothing left to compare



when there's nothing new, we look for the old

and everybody catches on yeah

all we want to be, is part of the crowd

whether it's right or wrong