The Boys - 1976

Cold sweats, hot chills, I can't sit still
Something's not right with me

I feel uptight, can't sleep at night
I went to the doctor, sir can you help me please?

My nerves are shot, I'm jumping up and down on the spot
I've had bad days, but I've never ever felt like this

He said, son, in truth, there's not a lot I can do
It's a mid life problem and yours has a seventies twist

Oh my god it's the punk rock menopause
It comes on fast like a runaway juggernaut
Like an endless itch, it nags like an effing bitch
And there ain't no cure for the punk rock menopause

There ain't no cure...
There ain't no cure...
There ain't no cure for the punk rock menopause
It comes on hard like a runaway juggernaut
And I need my fix...
So I'm heading to a punk rock gig
And tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1976
Yes, tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1976