[Intro: Kinderstimme]
Dad - what was punkrock...?

[Verse 1: Ronald Biggs]
Punk was rotten, punk was vicious
Always being unambitious
Punk was a piss-up, punk was a punch-up
Picking your nose and chucking your lunch up
Punk was obnoxious, punk was obscene
Having a pop at our dear Queen
Punk was a twisted tasteless trip
Punk was a pin through her majesty's lip

[Refrain]
We never took shit from noone, we just didn't give a fuck
If you didn't like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck

[Verse 2: Ronald Biggs]
Punk was a riot, every night a rumble
A nice bit o'blow and a nice bit o'grumble
Punk was a sleazy, punk was a slum
Polaroid pics in bed with your mum
Punk was unhealthy, quite unclean
It was a mockery, malignant mean
Punk was criminal, punk was a con
And so was our favourite fugitive Ron
[Refrain]

[Verse 3: Campino]
Now open your eyes and listen my son
There's no reason to be sad
Just hang around and stay with us
It'll all be coming back

[Refrain]