I used to be a badass punk, br Saying “f…” to the middleclass masses; br But, now I drive a four–by-four, br Wear slacks and bifocal glasses. br br I used to be a badass punk, br Protesting about capitalist tension, br But, now I shop at M and S, br And worry about my pension. br br I used to be a badass punk, br Who dyed their hair for kicks, br But, now it’s grey, and falls each day, br Into my Wheetabix. br br I used to be a badass punk. br Who lived for anarchy, br But, now I recycle carrier bags, br And drink Fairtrade, organic tea. br br I used to be a badass punk, br Who pogoed to the best, br But, now I’ll have a quiet night in, br Watching TV in my vest. br br I used to be a badass punk, br Who gave two fingers to the Queen, br But, that was just so long ago, br When I was seventeen.