She walks into the bar and everyone turns to stare
All the guys there are wishing that she was theirs
But this is not 1952, she can not be owned
Not there for the market, she’s there for the show

She goes to the bar to get herself another drink
Plaid skirt, black boots, Exploited on her shirt
Stands in front of the band waiting on the show to start
Sing along with every Oi and every Hey in every song

She’s the one dancing in the pit
throws beer on the hardcore band an calls them shit
She’s going to kick that big guys ass
If your going to buy her a beer it had better be a Pabst

I don’t want a June Cleaver type of woman
I don’t want to live in a 1950s world
I don’t want a world full of Mary Kay women
I want a world full of PUNK ROCK GIRLS

Tattoos and piercings have never made the punk rock scene
But they look good on her, on her arms and on her face
She’s no June Cleave, she’s always in control
As she spits on the floor and says “I’m going to puke

If she gets to drunk there’s going to be a fight tonight
She’s always starting shit with the big skinhead guys
Stumbles home alone to sleep it off and start again

She’s the one dancing in the pit
throws beer on the hardcore band an calls them shit
She’s going to kick that big guys ass
If your going to buy her a beer it had better be a Pabst

I don’t want a June Cleaver type of woman
I don’t want to live in a 1950s world
I don’t want a world full of Mary Kay women
I want a world full of PUNK ROCK GIRLS

She’s the one dancing in the pit
throws beer on the hardcore band an calls them shit
She’s going to kick that big guys ass
If your going to buy her a beer it had better be a Pabst

I don’t want a June Cleaver type of woman
I don’t want to live in a 1950s world
I don’t want a world full of Mary Kay women
I want a world full of PUNK ROCK GIRLS
I don’t want a June Cleaver type of woman
I don’t want to live in a 1950s world
I don’t want a world full of Mary Kay women
I want a world full of PUNK ROCK GIRLS