She answered our ad wanted   We had a vacancy   We didn't know what was in store   But we were soon to see   She plays records of The Foreskins   At any given hour   She turns on the hot water tap   While I'm in the shower      And at night the house is quiet   You might wonder why   But punk's not dead   She's just gone to bed   Punk's not dead   She's just gone to bed      Couldn't give a damn about   The friends of mine she'll scare   Some people just can't see past studs   And bleached blond spiky hair   I say 'A' for Abba   She says 'A' for Anarchy   In the morning she says "Never mind the bollocks,   Here's your cup of tea"      And at night the house is quiet   You might wonder why   But punk's not dead   She's just gone to bed   Punk's not dead   She's just gone to bed      I pass her in the kitchen   She's got a longneck in her hand   She's playing me a Dictaphone   Recording of her band   Her drummer has been playing   For nearly seven hours   But he hits them with such passion   It makes other drummers cower      When the night has come   All safety pins must come undone   If the house is quiet   Well that's because punk's retired for the night   If the house is quiet   Well punk's retired for the night      Yeah she's retired for the night   If the house is quiet   Well that's because tonight      There's one little punk rock girl   Who's dead to the world