Prince of the Punks - The Kinks

A well known groover, rock n roll user,

Wanted to be a star.

But he failed the blues, and hes back to loser,

Playing folk in a country bar.

Reggae music didnt seem to satisfy his needs.

He couldnt handle modern jazz,

cause they play it in difficult keys.

But now hes found a music he can call his own,

Some people call it junk, but he dont care,

Hes found a home.

Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,

Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.

He acts working class but its all bologna,

Hes really middle class and hes just a phony.

He acts tough but its just a front,

Hes the prince of the punks.

Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,

Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.

He tried to be gay, but it didnt pay,

So he bought a motorbike instead.

He failed at funk, so he became a punk,

cause he thought hed make a little more bread.

Hes been through all of the changes,

From rock opera to mantovani.

Now he wears a swastika band

And leather boots up past his knees.

Hes much too old for twenty-eight,

But he thinks hes seventeen,

He thinks hes a stud,

But I think he looks more like a queen.

Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,

Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.

He talks like a cockney but its all bologna,

Hes really middle class and hes just a phony.

He acts tough but its just a front.

Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,

Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.

He acts working class but its all bologna,

Hes really middle class and hes just a phony.

He acts tough but its just a front,

Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,

Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.

He acts working class but its all bologna,

Hes really middle class and hes just a phony.

He acts tough but its just a front,

Hes the prince of the punks.