Immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk... pow!

Upon arriving to the melting pot
I get pencilled in as a [bad word] white
Now that I am catagorized
Officer gets me naturalized

Now that I'm living up in God knows where
Sometimes it gets hard without a friend
But as I am lurking around
Хопца! I see another immigrant punk

There is a little punk rock mafia everywhere you go
She is good to me and I am good to her

Legalize me! Realize me!

Despite the living in the USA
I'm still holding up in all my ways
I gotta friends, we got our band
We still make sound you can't stand

Without banging on some big old pot
Without getting out of bed
But I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
Хопца! I see another immigrant punk

There's a little punk rock mafia everywhere you go
She is good to me and I am good to her

Legalize me! Realize me!
Party!

Of course, we immigrants wanna sing all night long
Don't you know that singing salves the troubled soul?
So I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
I got a method, and you don't
You got a dictionary kickin' around?
Look up the immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk!