The beer is flowing and we're having a real good time
The music's pumping and we're feeling fine
But who's that walking through the door?
It's P.C.-P.C. 1984
Punk Police, Punk Police
It's oh no
The Punk Police, Punk Police, Punk Police
Mind your P's and Q's and what you eat
You drink my beer and then you slag me down
Your bullshit theories I've heard before
I don't subscribe to your punk rock law
I can't sell out 'cause I was never in
Of your right on, political thing
Just more restrictions and yet more rules
P.C. Hitlers and brainless fools
I'm a cliché, you're a wanke
I'm a loser, no fucking pop star
You're a scrounger, you must admit
You're a liar and you're full of shit