All this music's gone to my head   The old man shouts, "Get out of bed   You know something, son, punk ain't dead   Punk ain't dead, punk ain't dead"      Someone said, "Punk is dead"   Bring him here and we'll smash his head   People thought that we'd gone away   But we're here and we're here to stay      Last night I was in a club   Saw a band called the UK Subs   Next on was the fucking Damned   Fucking hell, the place was crammed      Don't believe what the papers say   They all reckon we've gone away   Why don't they open up their eyes   See they're writing lies, lies, lies