Punk's Not Dead

She answered our ad wanted We had a vacancy We didn't know what was in store But we were soon to see She plays records of The Foreskins At any given hour She turns on the hot water tap While I'm in the shower And at night the house is quiet You might wonder why But punk's not dead She's just gone to bed Punk's not dead She's just gone to bed Couldn't give a damn about The friends of mine she'll scare Some people just can't see past studs And bleached blond spiky hair I say 'A' for Abba She says 'A' for Anarchy In the morning she says "Never mind the bollocks, Here's your cup of tea" And at night the house is quiet You might wonder why But punk's not dead She's just gone to bed Punk's not dead She's just gone to bed I pass her in the kitchen She's got a longneck in her hand She's playing me a Dictaphone Recording of her band Her drummer has been playing For nearly seven hours But he hits them with such passion It makes other drummers cower When the night has come All safety pins must come undone If the house is quiet Well that's because punk's retired for the night If the house is quiet Well punk's retired for the night Yeah she's retired for the night If the house is quiet Well that's because tonight There's one little punk rock girl Who's dead to the world