Wyld Katz - Phoning All Punks

Pick up please, punks
Pick up please
Pick up for me, punks
Pick up for me
Pick up please, punks
Pick up for me
Pick up baby
Pick up baby-yaha

The punk that stole my heart
He stole it like it was his art form
His art form
IT was a beautiful thing to watch
The punk that stole my mind
Stole it like it was stolen all the time
He stole it like an art form
Like an art form
Beautiful to see
It was a beautiful thing to see
The punk that stole my heart

The punk that stole my heart
He stole it like an art form
Stole it like he worked part time stealing hearts
Stole it like an art form
A beautiful thing to see
And he ran away
He ran away with it
So far away
But I didn't catch his punk name
So please
Pick up please
Pick up for me
Pick up

Could you be my long lost punky man?
Could you be, could I be your biggest fan?
Please pick up the phone
Pick it up now
I'm not kidding around
The punk that stole my heart
He stole it like an art form
It was a beautiful thing to see
The patches on his back as he ran away from me
From me
It was scary
But at the same time
I was so in love
I've never seen someone so graceful
I've never seen someone so smooth
I've never seen someone so cool
So please pick up the phone
And if you know anyone who sounds like this man
Let him know, let him know
I'm tryin to reach him
Phoning all punks
Pick up please
I'm phoning all punks
Pick up please
Pick up please
Pick up please
Pick up please

Written by:
Wyld Katz

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