I read the news today, oh boy...
Sittin' at the laptop, hair in fresh new spikes,
Catchin' up on news, when I gasped and said, "Yikes!"
Say it isn't so, tell me that he isn't gone!
Weeks later, I still can't believe what I lay my eyes upon.
Where can all the pinheads go, who's the new ringmaster?
Gimme gimme shock treatment; oh, man, what a disaster!
When she wouldn't date me, I let their tunes sedate me.
Go ahead, berate me; but it seems to me just lately...
Life's not fair, and Joey Ramone's dead!
D'ya like my hair? I still have a full head.
You don't care, didn't even hear what I said,
What a nightmare, I should've stayed in bed.
Punk, it was my refuge, and I guess that it still is,
But an era is now over, an era that was his.
Time to face reality, and let the past die;
I'm sure I'm not the only one who wonders, "Why, oh why?"
I sit and stare into the grin of Skinny the Foo.
I just wanna have something to do!
Life goes on, I'm still an angry punker with a view,
But an icon is now gone, and he's left me here with you.