Don't do no dancing
With girls with boyfriends
They put their heart where their mouth is
They put their mouth on him
She does her dancing
To piss off everyone
In ruby red creepers
Like Nancy Spungen in Oz
She's my blue haired blondie
And she match my soul
Does she Manic Panic
Or let it grow?
I been to Sunset
And I seen the shows
But she don't buy the Whisky
And leaves the snake alone
I ain't no punker
I just wear the clothes
But you can't call me a poser
When I'm next to her
...Just let it grow
Did you dye your hair
The day the music died?
Or has it been that shade
Because it's been dead all this time?
I love you girl
And I've loved you my whole life
You look like rock n roll
And taste like American pie