Lyrics:

Who's that boy with the honey face, looks like he should be sedated
He's all smash and grab in his Adidas tags, wound up and agitated
And I bet he's not a real punk boy
I bet he's not a real punk boy, I bet he's not a real punk boy
Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room?
Do rain clouds gather and fall?
Do you feel yourself sigh when he passes you by
Or do you grow a hundred feet tall?
D'you go, bang-shang-a-lang, every time you see him?
D'you go, bang-shang-a-lang, every time you're near him?
D'you go, bang-shang-a-lang, every time you hear him?
'Cause if you don't he's not a real punk boy
If you don't he's not a real punk boy
If you don't he's not a real punk boy at all

Who's that boy with the ocean green eyes
In Rough Trade every Saturday?
Don't he look cute in his eighties track suit?
I wish I hadn't thrown mine away
And I bet he's not a real punk boy
I bet he's not a real punk boy
I bet he's not a real punk boy
Do stars explode when he walks you home, on a cool and clear evening
D'you wanna put him on like your favourite song
Or never wanna hear him
D'you go, bang-shang-a-lang, every time you see him?
D'you go, bang-shang-a-lang, every time you're near him?
D'you go, bang-shang-a-lang, every time you hear him?
'Cause if you don't he's not a real punk boy
If you don't he's not a real punk boy
If you don't he's not a real punk boy at all