"ZEPPELIN!" This here's a song about the things you don't find in nature This here's a tale about conditions of the head At one time I wanted to expand my education but Now I'll make more money if I dye my hair instead 'Cause I've gotta be more punk, and forget about writing love songs And even though I'm a middle cla** white Canadian God knows I've been done wrong 'Cause I'm a fake punk! I'm a fake punk! I'll even use a dirty word, I'll even write a mean song I'll even take a mean picture 'Cause I've got the hair for it! I've always tried to dig myself out of the sewer I've always strived to be a little bit more well-read But oh no! Here comes that rock press interviewer so I'll just look real tough and say f** a lot instead I'd be alright if I could just hang out with my girlfriend I'd be just fine if they would close down all the bars And maybe one day I'll join a protest against smoking But when it comes to sincere angst you can just Leave me the f** alone!