They think they’re fucking smart today
Actually they don’t have a thing to say
Cause everyone stands around like they got no brain
To look the part they think it’s smart
Well it’s in to be a rude boy clone
If you don’t want to sleep alone
Well who knows what the look will be next month
I guess just London, England knows
And they’re all thoughtless parasites
Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites
They were all dead when they were born
And they’re all thoughtless parasites
Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites
They were all dead when they were born
They’re seen on Granville Street each day
The Le Chateau has the clothes for which they pray
They walk the streets, like they’re really tough
They think they’re in, they think they’re punks
But they’re all thoughtless parasites
Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites
They were all dead when they were born
And they’re all thoughtless parasites
Nineteen eighty punk discoites
They were all dead then they were born
In this fashion craze
They think they’re fucking smart today
Actually they don’t have a thing to say
Cause everyone stands around like they got no brain
To look the part they think it’s smart
And they’re all thoughtless parasites
Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites
They were all dead when they were born
And they’re all thoughtless parasites
Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites
They were all dead when they were born
Dead at birth