|There she goes walking down the streets, Janie never hurt nobody
|She's a punk rocker from Queens, a sex pistol, a real tease
|Janie jumped the R into the city, to meet the gals on Avenue B
|She walked in McKensey's Pub, to find 3 punks wanting to fight her
|She's an outcast, a rebel, a misfit
|She's out of step of society
|She wears fishnets tights, a studded vest
|Leopard print creepers and bondage pants
|Rebel, rebel she tore her vest
|Rebel, rebel her face is a mess
|She's a riot girl, she's so automatic
|A riot girl yeah she's pretty rotten!
|Janie kicked and fought her way out, 3 on 1 she caught it hard
|Friday night the following week, she went back to 6th and B
|Sat on a stool and lit a cigarette, ordered herself a coke and gin
|Jumped up and ran into the streets, she swore revenge!
|Yeah, see ya next week!
|20 years gone bad, Janie Hawk ain't the same
|She doesn't smile, she doesn't cry, she doesn't have much to say
|She wears her hawk down and her way cool studded vest
|Janie's lost her mind in her thoughts, yet her heart, it still remains
|Hey ho - let's go!
|Woh oh oh
|Woh oh oh
|Roger Miret And The Disasters