Johnny cut his hair,
Now he looks like a punk, with buttons pinned all over his clothes,
He got all the albums by the B-52,
Sometimes he's a one man show.

He went to New York City to join the crowd,
Identity was what he need,
The trouble was that everybody looked the same,
Purpose was a total defeat, yeah.

When there's nothing new we look for the old,
And everybody catches on, yeah,
All we want to be is a part of the crowd, whether it's right or wrong, yeah, oh.

What's the use of being yourself when it seems that no one cares'
'Cause, if you're a clone of someone else, there is nothing left to compare, yeah.

When there's nothing new we look for the old,
And everybody catches on, yeah,
All we want to be is a part of the crowd, whether it's right or wrong, yeah, oh.