Queen of Punk, and she's still not drunk. That's great, 'cause she's got brains
She's got guitar and political stunts. She kept her country's army strained *
Hate tattoos, but when I see her, I lose all the color in my veins
I love her the way we were, yet now there's still no pain

She's hot at age 18
How you'll break into the pop punk scene?
She's hot at 28
But you gotta differentiate
She's hot at 38
All this romance makes you herniate
And I'll chase her evermore
Till all this flirting ain't a chore

Pop Punk Queen, won't play "Billie Jean", but I'll follow her on TikTok
She's twice divorced; I can reinforce I won't pull pranks on her like Dick Tuck
She liked me back, texted me to track her when she drives to my hometown
Her tour, I guess, promotes "I'm a Mess". I'll make sure my hair's not combed down

'Cause I'll see Avril soon
You remember when you tried that June?
Rock out like I'm possessed
Can't you give her life and style a rest?
And will we kiss onstage?
We will calmly ask to disengage
But I'll hold her evermore
Before my anguish turns to war

Guys, I'm leaving!
Hey, come back! Comb your hair back, you punk rocker!

Phone chimes; I see her text
Says there's "a big surprise"
Get there; and I run in
I hear her pound the floor

The gal tells-a, her name's Vandella. Avril died in '03
I've been lied to like Donald Trump. I sure thought his wife was *

She's hot at age 18
And we're grateful you weren't e'er obscene
She died at age 19
Yeah, you won't end up like Bob Weinstein
I idolized a dead queen
Get out 'fore you make a grotesque scene
But I chased her evermore
Now rocking punk will be a bore

Gunter Glieben Glauchen!

Pop pop, rock princess
Pop pop, punk princess
Punk punk, rock princess
Post post, grunge princess

She's my Queen of Punk
Her double's so junk
Lock her in the trunk
Avril's Queen of Punk!