A well known groover, rock 'n' roll user
Wanted to be a star
But he failed the blues, and he's back to loser
Playing folk in a country bar
Reggae music didn't seem to satisfy his needs
He couldn't handle modern jazz
'Cause they play it in difficult keys
But now he's found a music he can call his own
Some people call it junk, but he don't care
He's found a home
He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated
He acts working cla** but it's all bologna
He's really middle cla** and he's just a phony
He acts tough but it's just a front
He's the prince of the punks
He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated
He tried to be gay, but it didn't pay
So he bought a motorbike instead
He failed at funk, so he became a punk
'Cause he thought he'd make a little more bread
He's been through all of the changes
From rock opera to Mantovani
Now he wears a swastika band
And leather boots up past his knees
He's much too old for twenty-eight
But he thinks he's seventeen
He thinks he's a stud
But I think he looks more like a queen
He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated
He talks like a co*kney but it's all bologna
He's really middle cla** and he's just a phony
He acts tough but it's just a front
He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated
He acts working cla** but it's all bologna
He's really middle cla** and he's just a phony
He acts tough but it's just a front
He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated
He acts working cla** but it's all bologna
He's really middle cla** and he's just a phony
He acts tough but it's just a front
He's the prince of the punks