The beer is flowing and we're having a real good time, The music's pumping and were feeling fine. But who's that walking through the door? It's P.
C.-P.
C. 1984 Chorus: Punk Police, Punk Police, It's, Oh No. The Punk Police, Punk Police, Punk Police, Mind your P's and Q's and what you eat You drink my beer and then you slag me down, But we don't share, no common ground, Your Bullshit theories, I've heard before, I don't subscribe, to your Punk Rock Law! Chorus: I can't sell out, cos I was never in, Of your right on, political thing, Just more restrictions and yet more rules, P.
C. Hitler's and brainless fools! Chorus: I'm a cliché you're a wanker! I'm a loser no fucking pop star! You're a scrounger you must admit! You're a liar and you're full of shit!
