No it aint the way that your hair hangs down and you dance like a clown. We just don't like you around. You were a New-Waver it was 1983 I was new on the scene I just wanted everyone to like me. So I told 'em that we're not friends and I thought you were wierd what a two-faced thing to do. And you held your head high. And you held your head high. when you walked down my street oh no. At my birthday party you just showed up we were so stuck up we just wanted to be mean. Yeah there goes that girl with the cheap guitar she's a punk rock starshe's a dying art. And 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 streetoh no. No it aint the way that your hair hangs down and you dance like a clown. Its the middle school frown