Sexy anarchist boy, I ask you on a date And you say, "No, it'll just happen" (nah, it'll just happen) Sexy Anarchist Boy, I ask you out to play And you say you don't play games (I don't play games) Sexy anarchist boy, I will organize your life if you promise to fuck up mine Then we'll kiss, and we'll be just fine I know just what I am A vapor in a fantasy But when I make my plans, my planner looks an awful lot like me I know just what you are A fool with a good thought wrapped in bad ideas You soak up where you are then you spit it all out in onomatopoeia Sexy anarchist boy, I will organize your life If you promise to fuck up mine Then we'll kiss and we'll be just fine ♪ In the park, I was feelin' lame At the bottom of the blues, lookin' at the top of the pops Then I heard you call my name You were calling from a herd of bikes Flying from the cops, and you said "I would stop to talk to you, but this pig is on my back, and I don't know what will ensue" So I said, "God speed, you black-clad punk You can give the world a beating and I'll give it funk" Oh! Sexy anarchist boy, I will organize your life if you promise to fuck up mine Then we'll kiss, and we'll be just fine We'll be just fine We'll be just fine