Monday morning, broken bottles of glass Wake up in a mess
Takes a minute, realize my pants on and I have to work
Whiskey, Donuts, maybe a T-Shirt on and I hit the day!
Driving down the freeway in my limousine It'll be okay
I am one of these so unstable guys, job is too hard, but all the money is nice
And I carry on: To make Punk Rock every night!
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Nanana I was born to be a Punk - Rock Star
Drinkin' stinkin' drivin' a big car
And it's gonna be all right
The next day I have to be in LA Make a video
Have to do a fight with Rocky Stallone It won't be all right
Punk-Rock business is dangerous sometimes
and you have to survive Hip-Hop times
But I'll carry on: To make Punk-Rock every night!
[Chorus]