There she goes walking down the streets, Janie never hurt nobody She's a punk rocker from Queens, a sex pistol, a real tease Janie jumped the R into the city, to meet the gals on Avenue B She walked in McKensey's Pub, to find 3 punks wanting to fight her
(Coro:) She's an outcast, a rebel, a misfit She's out of step of society She wears fishnets tights, a studded vest Leopard print creepers and bondage pants Rebel, rebel she tore her vest Rebel, rebel her face is a mess She's a riot girl, she's so automatic A riot girl yeah she's pretty rotten!
Janie kicked and fought her way out, 3 on 1 she caught it hard Friday night the following week, she went back to 6th and B Sat on a stool and lit a cigarette, ordered herself a coke and gin Jumped up and ran into the streets, she swore revenge! Yeah, see ya next week!
20 years gone bad, Janie Hawk ain't the same She doesn't smile, she doesn't cry, she doesn't have much to say She wears her hawk down and her way cool studded vest Janie's lost her mind in her thoughts, yet her heart, it still remains