It was late... Brian crossed the street without even paying attention the so-called "rules of traffic" with their crazy crosswalks and such... wrote a song about it.
It happens every day, you see me walking down the street
Those bright white lines across the road don't mean that much to me
I'll take my chances with the drivers who are drunk
They'll hit me, they won't see that I'm much too punk for...
Crosswalks...
I'm too punk for crosswalks
Wrote a song, had a message, didn't know how to say it
People listen, think they know, they'll try to equate it
To some meaning like 'I'll never walk the line'
Well, you know, I follow every other traffic sign, but...
Crosswalks...
I'm too punk for crosswalks
Those bright white lines across the road don't mean that much to me
I'll take my chances with the drivers who are drunk
They'll hit me, they won't see that I'm much too punk for...
Crosswalks...
I'm too punk for crosswalks
Wrote a song, had a message, didn't know how to say it
People listen, think they know, they'll try to equate it
To some meaning like 'I'll never walk the line'
Well, you know, I follow every other traffic sign, but...
Crosswalks...
I'm too punk for crosswalks