"Punk Rock Girl" as written by and Joseph Genaro Dean Sabatino....
One Saturday I took a walk to Zipperhead

I met a girl there and she almost knocked me dead

Punk rock girl

Please look at me

Punk rock girl

What do you see?

Let's travel round the world

Just you and me punk rock girl

I tapped her on the shoulder
And said do you have a beau?

She looked at me and smiled and said she did not know

Punk rock girl

Give me a chance

Punk rock girl

Let's go slam dance

We'll dress like Milton Berle

Just you and me punk rock girl

We went on tour to Texas

And we ordered some hot tea

The waiter said no, we only have it iced

So we jumped up on the table and shouted anarchy

And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox

It it was "California Dreamin"
So we started screamin

On such a winter's day

She took me to her parents for a Sunday meal

Her father took one look at me and he began to squeal

Punk rock girl
It makes no sense

Punk rock girl

Your dad is not vice president
We'll jazz to Duke of Earl

Yeah you're for me punk rock girl


We went to a shopping mall

And laughed at all the shoppers

And security guards trailed us to a record store

We asked for G.G. Allin

They said he don't work here

We said if you don't got G.G. Allin then we're gonna burn your mall down!!

We got into her car away we started rollin

I said how much you pay for this

she said nothin man it's stolen

Punk rock girl
You look so wild

Punk rock girl

Let's have a child

We'll name her Minnie Pearl

Just you and me
Eat fudge banana swirl
Just you and me

We'll travel round the world

Just you and me

Punk rock girl

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"Punk Rock Girl" as written by Dean Sabatino David Schulthise


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