I have always thought
that it would be great:
Find some punk rock girl
that I could then date.
Over all the years,
since I was a boy,
I’ve wanted a girl
that would scream out, “Oi!”
With a head of hair
made of many shades,
down to the Docs with
hidden razor blades.
Today I tell you
that feeling is dead;
When I think, “Hot Chick”,
you pop in my head.
