Lyrics:

Well, I wear this leather jacket just to try and beat the cold
Well, I know it's not the thing but then it's all of two years old
Though I never was a punk, I'm sure you'll understand
But a sixty-five pound leather you just cannot throw away
So I'll wear it just from A to B but not on Saturday
At the meeting of the cult, I'll be a different man

Out of style
That's what I hear them saying inside my head
Oh yes, it looks real cool, but is it out of style this week?
This week

All the world's so full of problems I just don't know what to do
Should my jacket have three buttons? Am I out of style with two?
Is my hair too long, 'cause I think I feel a change?
I guess I should be ready for it, I look younger than my age
And I think there's something stirring in the corner of the page
Of the NME, and I'll let them lead the way

Out of style
That's what I hear them saying inside my head
Oh yes, it looks real cool, but is it out of style this week?
This week


Out of style
That's what I hear them saying inside my head
Oh yes, it looks real cool, but is it out of style this week?
Out of style
That's what I hear them saying inside my head
Oh yes, it looks real cool, but is it out of style this week?
This week
Out of style this week