my friend Ed's a punk rocker   vicious and he plays soccer   and he likes to keep the dream alive   he seems to never take a bath   he walks the rocky punk rock path   he hardly ever comes to see us live   spend your money on drugs and booze says he   then you'll give em all to me   jump the train and never pay the fair   you guys will go real far   it's not punk rock to be a star   pass out at the bottom of my stair   Ed's got a backpack full of poppers    and he throws stones at the coppers   they're all talking 'bout east bay   'east where?'says Ed 'i'd rather stay   in london with the punk and ska'   Ed still can't play his bass guitar