My friend Ed's a punk rocker
Vicious and he plays soccer
And he likes to keep the dream alive
He seems to never take a bath
He walks the rocky punk rock path
He hardly ever comes to see us live
Spend your money on d** and booze says he
Then you'll give em all to me
Jump the train and never pay the fair
You guys will go real far
It's not punk rock to be a star
Pa** out at the bottom of my stair
Ed's got a backpack full of poppers
And he throws stones at the coppers
They're all talking 'bout east bay
'east where?'says Ed 'i'd rather stay
In london with the punk and ska'
Ed still can't play his ba** guitar