You were the freak king of the piercing shop
All the girls thought they could sing
But they're really not shit, I don't get it
You're looking like a man, you're talking like a baby
How the fuck is your song in a Coke commercial, crazy
I don't get it, your taste once exquisite.

What happened to Brooklyn? What happened to New York
What happened to my scene? What happened to punk rock, rock.

You called me the queen of the downtown scene, babe
How the fuck would you go switch it up and then replace me
I don't get it, I'm so legit.

Tell me, was it 'cause I wasn't platinum in jewels?
That perhaps you thought I was a little bit of an uncool
Kid, was that it?

Stefani, you suck, I know you're selling twenty million
Wish they could have seen you when we booed you off in Williamsburg
You're hurt, I know my words don't hurt you.

Oh, girl, I see you walking 'round in your pearls
Thinking that you're number one
You're so funny, 'cause honey, you're not.

What happened to Brooklyn, the last frontier
They said you could make it anywhere if you can make it here
But where, no magic in the air.

What happened to Brooklyn? What happened to our scene, baby?
Have we all gone Gaga crazy?
Remember when the streets used to be dangerous and we were born bad
And we were born bad?

Punk rock, punk rock
The boys used to punch each other in the face and girls were walking around wasted
And everyone had a good night, come back in sunlight
Punk rock, rock, rock.