Cold sweats, hot chills, I can't sit still Something's not right with me
I feel uptight, can't sleep at night I went to the doctor, sir can you help me please?
My nerves are shot, I'm jumping up and down on the spot I've had bad days, but I've never ever felt like this
He said, son, in truth, there's not a lot I can do It's a mid life problem and yours has a seventies twist
Oh my god it's the punk rock menopause It comes on fast like a runaway juggernaut Like an endless itch, it nags like an effing bitch And there ain't no cure for the punk rock menopause
There ain't no cure... There ain't no cure... There ain't no cure for the punk rock menopause It comes on hard like a runaway juggernaut And I need my fix... So I'm heading to a punk rock gig And tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1976 Yes, tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1976Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
