A well known groover, rock 'n' roll user, nWanted to be a star. nBut he failed the blues, and he's back to loser, nPlaying folk in a country bar. nnReggae music didn't seem to satisfy his needs. nHe couldn't handle modern jazz, n'Cause they play it in difficult keys. nBut now he's found a music he can call his own, nSome people call it junk, but he don't care, nHe's found a home. nnHe's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it, nThinks he looks cool but his act is dated. nHe acts working class but it's all bologna, nHe's really middle class and he's just a phony. nHe acts tough but it's just a front, nHe's the prince of the punks. nnHe's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it, nThinks he looks cool but his act is dated. nnHe tried to be gay, but it didn't pay, nSo he bought a motorbike instead. nHe failed at funk, so he became a punk, n'Cause he thought he'd make a little more bread. nnHe's been through all of the changes, nFrom rock opera to Mantovani. nNow he wears a swastika band nAnd leather boots up past his knees. nnHe's much too old for twenty-eight, nBut he thinks he's seventeen, nHe thinks he's a stud, nBut I think he looks more like a queen. nnHe's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it, nThinks he looks cool but his act is dated. nHe talks like a Cockney but it's all bologna, nHe's really middle class and he's just a phony. nHe acts tough but it's just a front. nnHe's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it, nThinks he looks cool but his act is dated. nHe acts working class but it's all bologna,