I wrote a song for the Punk in this story. It doesn’t fit his ensemble here, and you have to imagine the music, because it’s in my head.
Punk Song
(style: cramps, punk)
(Dog bite pain, screaming:) Ai ai ah ah ah ah ah, ah.
He’s a Skinny Nameless Punk and he’s coming right at you,
(Ai ai ah ah ah ah ah, ah. Etc.)
You better run or he’s gonna catch you.
(Ai ai ah ah ah ah ah, ah. )
Stay away from him when he’s getting his Punk on,
He’s a real whirlwind when he’s doing his Punk song …
EEEE EEEEE AiAIAIAAI AAAA AAA OOOHHH OH. (eg, “Saturday night” Sweet)
He’s the Punk
He’s the Punk
He’s the Punk….
Yeah!!
(Guitar solo, or whatever, with screaming)
He’s a cockamamie screamer with his own direction,
(Ai ai ah ah ah ah ah, ah. Etc.)
Keep off his track or you’ll catch his infection.
He’s the Punk
He’s the Punk
He’s the Punk….
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