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"PUNK ROCKER"
She didn't like her Dad
Telling her what to do
She's gone from good to bad
Despises her Mom's hairdo
She's cut up all her hair
Nothing like her old brother
She's always here and there
No rush, no fuss, no bother
She hates hearing her boss
Telling her what to do
He spits, he farts, that's gross
But her time's ovedue
As she's ready to split (Split!)
She told him she'd quit (She quit!)
She's a punk rocker
Yes, she's a punk rocker
She's a punk rocker
She put her boots on
Guitar's on her shoulder
Rolling down like a boulder
Drums and bass are turned on
Screaming at the top of her lungs
Cursing like she don't belong
She's a punk rocker
Yes, she's a punk rocker
She's a punk rocker
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