Who’s that boy with the honey face?
Looks like he should be sedated
He’s all smash and grab in his adidas tags
All wound up and agitated
And I bet he’s not a real punk boy
I bet he’s not a real punk boy
I bet he’s not a real punk boy-oy
Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room?
Do rain clouds scatter and fall?
Do you feel yourself sigh when he passes you by?
Do you grow a hundred feet tall?
Do you go bang shang a-lang?
Every time you see him
Do you go bang shang a-lang?
Every time you’re near him
Do you go bang shang a-lang?
Every time you hear him?
‘Cos if you don’t he’s not a real punk boy
If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy
If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy at all
Who’s that boy with the ocean green eyes?
In Rough Trade every Saturday
Don’t he look cute in his eighties tracksuit
Wish I hadn’t thrown mine away
And I bet he’s not a real punk boy
I bet he’s not a real punk boy
I bet he’s not a real punk boy-oy
Do the stars explode when he walks you home?
On a cool and clear evening
Do you wanna put him on like your favourite song?
Or never wanna hear him?
Do you go bang shang a-lang?
Every time you see him
Do you go bang shang a-lang?
Every time you’re near him
Do you go bang shang a-lang?
Every time you hear him?
‘Cos if you don’t he’s not a real punk boy
If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy
If you don’t he’s not a real punk boy at all