Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world Around the
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Jackie is a punk, Judy is a runt They both went down to [incomprehensible], join' the Ice capades (Yaa eee) An' oh, I don't know why Oh, I don't know
? So wrong Wuzzup? Wuzzup? So wrong It's your punk ass boyfriend It's your punk ass boyfriend One, two It's your punk ass boyfriend Clouding up the issue Punk
cheeks It gonna be A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas this year A punk
Well, Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house I'll show you the ropes kid, show you the ropes I got a bus and a trailer at my house, my house I'll
Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson River all filled with snow She spied the ring on His Honor's finger, oh oh oh A thousand years in one piece
were a punk rock kid A punk rock kid I never eally knew quite what to do I'll never be as punk as you As punk as you As punk as you and your tattoo
-ass hoes, fake punk-ass bitches Do you know what I mean, Vern? Fuckin? 'em up like that, man $hort Dog?s in the house, bitch She?s a punk-ass bitch,
When I wake up, yeh I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you When I go out, yeh I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who
One population runnin' out of time, runnin' out of time This is just a punk rock song This is just a punk rock song This is just a punk rock song
And even if it's easy to be free What's your definition of freedom? And who the fuck are you, anyway? Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck am I to say
Rationalize values, it's so easy to succeed Keeping your eyes on the prize excess, success Camped outside Laissez Faire People understand me there Don
Don't call me white, don't call me white Don't call me white, don't call me white The connotations wearin' my nerves thin Could it be semantics generating
Dresser drawers are filled with pocket change Coupons out, cigarettes smoked down to the butt Is this what dreams are made Adding up subtracting down
My father used to say You sleep with dogs, the next day You'll wake in the night scratching Those inevitable fleas At ten years old You listen to what
Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit Don't wanna hear no hippy shit Don't tell me I've closed in my mind Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig Don't wanna
