No it aint the way that your hair hangs down, and you dance like a clown
We just don't like you aroundYou were a New-Waver, it was 1983, I was new on the scene, I just wanted everyone to like meSo I told 'em that we're not friends and I thought you were wierd, what a two-faced thing to doAnd you held your head high,
And you held your head high
when you walked down my street, oh noAt my birthday party you just showed up, we were so stuck up, we just wanted to be meanYeah there goes that girl with the cheap guitar, she's a punk rock star, she's a dying artAnd you held your head high,
And you held your head high
when you walked down my street,
And you rolled your eyes to the sky,
yeah you rolled your eyes to the sky,
You don't feel a thing,
And you held your head high,
And you held your head high
when you walked down my street, oh no
No it aint the way that your hair hangs down and you dance like a clown,
Its the middle school frown
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