Getting Hit On At The Bank - Punk Songs (karaoke)

Confessions

I was standing in line getting hit on at the bank

What kind of man do you think I am?

Because I have a bad haircut

Because I wear a leather jacket

I can see the traces, oh

You show a bit of empathy

You'd be better off in space babe

Using some kind of telepathy

I'm a reject of the society

Your career might have maybe with credit history

You're so square, I won't be your pet

I'll find another teller go and give me the slip

I was cutting some tracks getting hit on at the studio

What kind of man do you think I am

Because my shades are cheap plastic

Because my suade shoes are red

I can hear the swish swish, oh

Of the wheels of the edit tape

Sticky situations, oh, that's not one that I'll take

I write pop songs, something called groovy

That does not mean I get fruity

You're the producer, now get on with your work

Understand my proposition, don't get your feelings hurt

I'm mis...under...stood

I'm mis...under...stood

I'm mis...under...stood

I was taking my time getting sexy at the Briefs show

I don't need no one to hold my hand

Not the girls at the record store

Baby, I'm an independent man

Yeah!

Getting hit on at the bank (bank!)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

No thanks

(Don't wanna, don't, don't wanna!)

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