Velvet Karens - Joan

One, two, three, four... The clock strikes sixty-eight in this sleepy town Greaser boys think they own the ground Sweet naive girls in their vintage skirts Giggling shyly, hiding from the flirts But there is revolution hanging in the air The Velvet Karens are styling their hair Here come the Velvet Karens, breaking down the wall Independent girls, we are standing tall We won't let you take what is ours to keep While the boys are talking, we take the leap Yeah, the Velvet Karens turn it upside down And there goes Joan, rides her Indian with such grace, leaving a smile on every man and woman's face. Hey there tough boy with your loud big mouth Think you're the king of the north and south? With your tiny tuned moped making all that noise Don't stare at me, go play with your toys This girl rides a heavy Indian beast Go back home until you're grown at least And you there little boy, want to take me out? Saved your grocery store money, what a proud scout! Well honey, I am laughing, I make my own green As the only female mechanic this town has seen All the grown men come to my garage floor Keep your little coins, I am showing you the door The sixties are ending, the tables have turned The good girls are gone, the bridges are burned No more quiet corners, no more playing meek Look us in the eyes, we are the storm you seek Joan is the boss, yeah Joan runs the town Here come the Velvet Karens, breaking down the wall Independent girls, we are standing tall We won't let you take what is ours to keep While the boys are talking, we take the leap Yeah, the Velvet Karens turn it upside down And there goes Joan, rides her Indian with such grace, leaving a smile on every man and woman's face. Rev that engine now! Keep your pocket money, little boy! Joan is the boss, she makes the rules! Now get out of my way. And there goes Joan, rides her Indian with such grace, leaving a smile on every man and woman's face. I love that attitude of Joan We should keep her in mind if we ever need an extra band member haha...