Text: The Ramones. Pleasant Dreams. Come On Now.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on now, come on now
We got no wheels to race
Come on now, come on now
Police are every place
Come on now, come on now
We got no skirts to chase

I'm just a junk food guy
Now I'm telling you why
I'm living at the matinee, yeah
I just want to sleep and play, yeah

Come on now, come on now
When the folks are not around
Come on now, come on now
Nagging 'bout the sound
Come on now, come on now
To turn that racket down

I'm just a comic book boy
There's nothing scary to enjoy
Freak admission, stroll inside
I was born on a roller coaster ride

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on now, come on now
We got no wheels to race
Come on now, come on now
Police are every place
Come on now, come on now
We got no skirts to chase

I'm just a comic book boy
There's nothing scary to enjoy
Freak admission, stroll inside
I was born on a roller coaster ride

Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Come on now)

Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Come on now)

Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Come on now)

Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)