Lyrics
Two, one, two, three, four
Covered in leather, or plaid patches, or metal studs
Your hair is dyed or spiked with glue
You only talk to those who look and act the way you do
'Cause you think you're so fucking cool
Book, book, book
Punk by the book
Book, book, book
Punk by the book
Book, book, book
Punk by the book
Book, book, book
You say that punk to you is what's in your mind, not what you wear
But you know you're so full of shit
You scoff at how the cops treat you, but they're no worse than dicks like you!
I just can't understand what you're thinking
Book, book, book
Punk by the book
Book, book, book
Punk by the book
Book, book, book
Punk by the book
Book, book, book
Punk by the book, hey, hey
You're punk by the book, hey, hey
You're punk by the book
Book!
