Clicking It I'm carrying a torch for you I'll carry your suit case too, if you like Walking through the town with you We're looking cool standing on chairs to get a better the view We can scratch our heads and look confused People stare at us We can make a fuss It feels good just clicking with you Let's go to a show tonight Let's stand in the street and shout anything anything we feel is true-we'll follow through Music makes me uptight, You've got me wound up tight We can scratch our heads... All the boys are clicking it All the girls are driving it All the punks are chickenshit conforming to what they think is the punk thing to do We can scratch our heads...