No it ain't the way that your hair hangs down nAnd you dance like a clownnWe just don't like you aroundnnYou were a new waver, it was 1983 nI was new on the scenenI just wanted everyone to like mennSo I told 'em that we're not friends nAnd I thought you were weirdnWhat a two-faced thing to donnAnd you held your head highnYeah you held your head highnWhen you walked down my street nOh nonnAt my birthday party you just showed up We were so stuck up nWe just wanted to be meannnYeah there goes that girl with the cheap guitar nShe's a punk rock starnShe's a dying artnnAnd you held your head highnYeah you held your head highnWhen you walked down my streetnnAnd you rolled your eyes to the skynYeah you rolled your eyes to the skynYou don't feel a thingnnAnd you held your head highnYeah you held your head highnWhen you walked down my streetnOh nonnNo it ain't the way that your hair hangs down nAnd you dance like a clownnIt's the middle school frownnn