Punk rock boy, don't be coy
And don't panic in horror, faint or take fright
When I ask you what you're doing on Friday night
There's a gig, Lesbo Pig
They rock and the gig's not too far from your house
I had hoped that you could accomodate
Riding bikes, sleepless nights
We're excited about the gig tomorrow
The one with Pete Dale and Rachel Holborow
Pre-gig tea, swap LPs
This boy is dextrous with his seven inches
I'm all ears for the things he wants to play
be it emo shite or what he wrote today
Thanks, Charleh!