She answered our ad wanted
We had a vacancy
We didn't know what was in store
But we were soon to see
She plays records of The Foreskins
At any given hour
She turns on the hot water tap
While I'm in the shower

And at night the house is quiet
You might wonder why
But punk's not dead
She's just gone to bed
Punk's not dead
She's just gone to bed

Couldn't give a damn about
The friends of mine she'll scare
Some people just can't see past studs
And bleached blond spiky hair
I say 'A' for Abba
She says 'A' for Anarchy
In the morning she says "Never mind the bollocks,
Here's your cup of tea"

And at night the house is quiet
You might wonder why
But punk's not dead
She's just gone to bed
Punk's not dead
She's just gone to bed

I pass her in the kitchen
She's got a longneck in her hand
She's playing me a Dictaphone
Recording of her band
Her drummer has been playing
For nearly seven hours
But he hits them with such passion
It makes other drummers cower

When the night has come
All safety pins must come undone
If the house is quiet
Well that's because punk's retired for the night
If the house is quiet
Well punk's retired for the night

Yeah she's retired for the night
If the house is quiet
Well that's because tonight

There's one little punk rock girl
Who's dead to the world