I was sitting there the other day watching programmes on tv
25 channels of shit to choose from, well you get what you need
a punk-special coming up next says the voice on the tv-spot
featuring a german band, the leading light on the european scene of today � what?

Give it up man,
You think you're cool but you're a laugh
You think you're punk but you're not half
You Think you're wild but you're not
Keep your big mouth shut

Make-up on your face, hairspray on your head, how about wearing trousers in public instead?
You dress up like a faggot and it seems to me that you're just a sweet transvestite
What the hell you think you're doing man? That ain't funny that ain't cool
All you do is you make a fool of yourself, of your band, of this land, oh man

You can't sing, you don't groove, get off the stage man, make a move
To cover Michael Jackson is a nice idea, but your version is bad so bad, my dear
The things you say and the way you behave, I'm not a doctor but if you ask me
I think that they should lock you away, you act like a monkey on LSD