Punk Boy

Who's that boy with the honey face, looks like he should be sedated He's all smash and grab in his adidas tags, wound up and agitated, And I bet he's not a real punk boy Bet he's not a real punk boy, bet he's not a real punk boy 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 Or do you grow a hundred feet tall D'you go bang shang alang, every time you see him D'you go bang shang alang, every time you're near him D'you go bang shang alang, every time you hear him 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 track suit I wish I hadn't thrown mine away And I bet he's not a real punk boy Bet he's not a real punk boy, Bet he's not a real punk boy at all Do stars explode when he walks you home, on a cool and clear evening D'you wanna put him on like your favourite song Or never wanna hear him D'you go bang shang alang, every time you see him D'you go bang shang alang, every time you're near him D'you go bang shang alang, every time you hear him 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