Hey-oh Hey-oh Hey-oh Hey-oh
Oh look at me, I'm covered in punk,
Covered in new wave, covered in you.
Oh look at me, I'm covered in punk, all over the radio, over you.
Oh look at me, you've covered your face, covered in the moment,
Covered in lace.
Oh see me now, I'm bucki

Youre my tonic its ironic
how youre getting to me
Who would have thought
youd be the one
who get the better of me
I feel Strange
feel the flavor
for everything that you do
Ill burn rubber with another
am I getting to you
because youre getting to me
oh