[Intro] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey [Verse 1] Blast beats, arena seats And a ringtone by The Saints (ooo ooo) Don't know much about those weekend punks But I've heard they have a claim to fame Street fights and open mikes Where the bar chords meet the beats (ooo ooo) Anthems written for the discontent But the eyeliner is key [Chorus] The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) They're mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) They're mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey) [Bridge] Hoods up Poetry from the cul-de-sacs (ooo ooo ooo) Bats out Anarchy with a note attached (ooo ooo ooo) Blast beats Uno seats in the photographs (ahh ahh ahhhhhhh) They're taking lyrics from the teddy boys They sing “attack, attack, attack” [Chorus] The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) They're mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) They're mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey) [Verse 2] Has-beens and safety pins Avoid The Voidoids and their curse(ooo ooo) You want your record on the radio You'd better sweeten up that verse Abbreviate the longish names You can bet that hearts will beat (ooo ooo) The sort-of clever and nostalgic ones Will sing their poems at breakneck speed [Chorus] The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) They're mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) They're mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey) [Bridge] Hoods up Poetry from the cul-de-sacs (ooo ooo ooo) Bats out Anarchy with a note attached (ooo ooo ooo) Blast beats Uno seats in the photographs (ahh ahh ahhhhhhh) They're taking lyrics from the teddy boys They sing “attack, attack, attack” [Chorus] The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) They're mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh) They're mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)