It ain't punk rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock!
It ain't punk rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock!

The lead guitar's examining the mind of a stripper,
He's gonna get crimped,
In the crib of the crimper.
It ain't punk rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk,
Rock!
Rock!
Rock!
Rock!

Number 88, number 88, number 88!
Number 88, number 88, number 88!
Why are all the white people filled with hate? (Filled with hate!)
Why do archeologists excavate? (Excavate!)
Number 88, number 88, number 88,
Number 88, number 88, number 88, number 88!

I know it's getting late,
We should wrap this debate,
So let's dive under the covers,
Where the good times await.
Every life needs a fate,
Every lad needs a mate,
Every seller needs a buyer,
Every oven needs a fire,
And if you're on fire, you're gonna need some water,
And if you're under water, you're gonna need some air,
And if you're in the air, you're gonna need a place to land,
And if you're on land,
You [bad word] and see my piece of [bad word] band!

It ain't punk rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock! (Number 88! Number 88!)
It ain't punk rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock! (Number 88! Number 88!)
Is this really happening?
Yes it is! (Yes it is!)
Are we always doing this?
Yes it is (Yes it is!)
I'm gonna be a sweet alien man of love rock!