There is a little punk rock mafia
Hoptza, I see another immigrant punk
Legalize me, realize me, party
Without getting out of bed
Sometime it gets hard without a friend
Everywhere you go
You got a dictionary kicking around?
But I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
She is good to me and I am good to her
Of course we immigrants wanna sing all night long
Legalize me, realize me
There is a little punk rock mafia
Don't you know the singing salves the troubled soul?
Without banging on some big old pot
Despite the living up in U.S.A.
Now that I'm living up in God knows where
But as I am lurking around
So I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
Everywhere you go
Officer gets me naturalized
I'm still holding up in all my ways
Now that I am categorized
I got a method and you don't
She is good to me and I am good to her
Hoptza, I see another immigrant punk
We still make sound you can't stand
I gotta friends, we gotta band
