Clicking it

Clicking It
I'm carrying a torch for you
I'll carry your suit case too, if you like
Walking through the town with you
We're looking cool
standing on chairs
to get a better the view

We can scratch our heads
and look confused
People stare at us
We can make a fuss
It feels good just clicking with you

Let's go to a show tonight
Let's stand in the street and shout anything
anything we feel is true-we'll follow through
Music makes me uptight,
You've got me wound up tight

We can scratch our heads...

All the boys are clicking it
All the girls are driving it
All the punks are chickenshit
conforming to
what they think is the punk thing to do

We can scratch our heads...