Paramount

Leather was absolutely everywhere The smell of liquor lingered throughout Long hair, spiked hair, blue hair, green hair The music was what it was about We, as teens, came forth in droves To get polluted and to listen real good Totally awesome, standing right by the amp Listening, as one really should This club in Staten Island was my stomping ground Snuck in with a bottle of JD in my jacket Musicians came and played all their songs, Though my parents thought it was all a racket. The music was great, each group I heard Like Generation X, Catholic Girls and Joan Jett Here I saw the Ramones like five times, too A better time, no one could ever get.