You get off on danger, I wanna live like a monk
I don't care about turnin' into a tramp
Survivin' is part of the jump
You wait to see the big city, an' find it's no big deal
I don't care about the cost of mistakes
Tryin' to do what's real
Give me some funk punk and junk
Give me some funk punk and junk
Give me some funk punk and junk
The papers give you the build-up, a sell-out in every town
It's all well an' good at the top of the tree
But those have gotta come down
Give me some funk punk and junk
Give me some funk punk and junk
Give me some funk punk and junk
A-don't give me no junk, yeah,
Give me some funk, Give me some punk,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Give me funk, give me punk, give me junk,
Give me funk, give me punk, give me junk,
Give me funk, give me punk, give me junk,
Give me funk, give me punk, give me junk,
Give me some funk, Give me some punk, ooh
You a-get off on danger, I a-wanna live in a hole
All I want is a little punk rock
A little bit of bog roll
Give me some funk punk and junk
Give me some funk punk and junk
Give me some funk punk and junk
Give me funk, give me punk, don't give me no junk, yeah,
Give me funk, give me punk, don't give me no junk, yeah
Give me funk, give me punk, don't give me no junk, yeah,
Give me funk, give me punk, don't give me no junk, yeah
Give me funk, give me punk, don't give me no junk, yeah,
Give me funk, give me punk, give me junk,
Give me funk, give me punk, give me junk
Give me funk, give me punk, give me junk
Give me some funk, give me some punk,
A-don't give me no junk
Writer(s): Neville Holder, Jim Lea
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