| But what it is, on the surface, is a
guy with spiky hair and a real basic punk song structure describing
a number of scenarii in which he was given the opportunity to reply
in his eminently imitalbe, monosyllabic way. Here’s one verse: "and then it’s three a.m., I’m on the corner, I’m wearin’ my leather, and this dude comes up, he’s like: ‘hey, punk,’ — I’m like ‘yeah, whatever’” ...and that’s it: there’s no pointless unamusing dry unhelpful explication, no pose beyond The Pose Itself which is simple enough to devour the person assuming it, no spelling it out for the people who don’t get it the first time. Just a giant “whatever” to the guy who “comes up.” Just a real basic no-frills “whatever” to the guy who doesn’t know how to recognize when “I’m wearin’ my leather.” No, wait, none of that. Just whatever. You know? Like, whatever. |
