All this music's gone to my head
The old man shouts get out of bed
You know something son, Punk ain't dead
Punk ain't dead, Punk ain't dead

Someone said Punk is dead
Bring him here and we'll smash his head
People thought that we'd gone away
But we're here and we're here to stay

Last night i was in a club
Saw a band called the UK Subs
Next on was the fucking Damned
Fucking hell, the place was crammed

Don't believe what the papers say
They all reckon we've gone away
Why don't they open up their eyes
See they're writing lies, lies, lies