No it ain't the way that your hair hangs down And you dance like a clown We just don't like you around You were a new waver, it was 1983 I was new on the scene I just wanted everyone to like me So I told 'em that we're not friends And I thought you were weird What a two-faced thing to do And you held your head high Yeah you held your head high When you walked down my street Oh no At my birthday party you just showed up We were so stuck up We just wanted to be mean Yeah there goes that girl with the cheap guitar She's a punk rock star She's a dying art And you held your head high Yeah you held your head high When you walked down my street And you rolled your eyes to the sky Yeah you rolled your eyes to the sky You don't feel a thing And you held your head high Yeah you held your head high When you walked down my street Oh no No it ain't the way that your hair hangs down And you dance like a clown It's the middle school frown