Monday morning, broken bottles of glass. Wake up in a mess. Takes a minute, realize my pants on and I have to work. Whiskey, Donuts, maybe a T-Shirt on and I hit the day! Driving down the freeway in my limousine. It'll be okay. I am one of these so unstable guys, job is too hard, but all the money is nice. And I carry on: To make Punk Rock every night! [Chorus:] Nanana... I was born to be a Punk - Rock Star. Drinkin' stinkin' drivin' a big car. And it's gonna be all right. The next day I have to be in L.A. Make a video. Have to do a fight with Rocky Stallone. It won't be all right. Punk-Rock business is dangerous sometimes And you have to survive Hip-Hop times But I'll carry on: To make Punk-Rock every night! [Chorus]