His hair is blue   His pants are baggy   His shirt is worn   He's not too shabby   He sings in a band   He has a ring in his lip   His nails are black   I wish he'd give my ear a nip   He's a punk   The neighborhood bad boy   Come sing for me   Come sing a song for me   He sleeps all day   He has tattoos   He plays guitar   My parents say he's bad news   He lives for music   He works at a club   He drives an old mustang   He smokes in his parents bathroom tub   He's a punk   The neighborhood bad boy   Come sing for me   Come sing a song for me   Theres something about him that makes me weak   Come over here and we'll make the most   We can get drunk   And eat french toast