His hair is blue
His pants are baggy
His shirt is worn
He's not too shabby
He sings in a band
He has a ring in his lip
His nails are black
I wish he'd give my ear a nip
He's a punk
The neighborhood bad boy
Come sing for me
Come sing a song for me
He sleeps all day
He has tattoos
He plays guitar
My parents say he's bad news
He lives for music
He works at a club
He drives an old mustang
He smokes in his parents bathroom tub
He's a punk
The neighborhood bad boy
Come sing for me
Come sing a song for me
Theres something about him that makes me weak
Come over here and we'll make the most
We can get drunk
And eat french toast