*cough*
We're professional punkers,
We come from the suburbs,
After 15 years we're still havin' fun.
Now we're over 30, not lookin' so purty,
At least we got a beat up accordion.
That's Eric our drummer,
His father's a plumber,
He drank enough booze to get Rhode Island drunk.
Now sober but smelly, he's got one big belly,
From livin' the good life provided by punk.
Singin', Singin', Singin'.
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong.
Gimme some Bushmills I'll sing you this song.
Open another big box of cheap wine,
We're over 30, we're doin' just fine.
Hefe's not satanic, he's one hip Hispanic.
He grew up with one dozen cousins and kin.
He wears baggy pants, he knows how to break dance,
You've seen him do every impersonation.
(Well blow me down, Mallack!)
(Uh gagagagaguck!)
(If it's the Megatroid, it's not Melvin even!)
(Father!)
That's Melvin on six-string, "Some tell me i can't sing!"
Oh i think ya can, just dont do it 'round me.
Stick with what ya know, playin' guitar solo,
With Hetson and Watt in punk karaoke.
Singin', Singin', Singin'.
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong.
Gimme some Bushmills I'll sing you this song.
Open another big box of cheap wine,
We're over 30, we're doin' just fine.
My name is Fat Mike I'm obsessed with big lesbians.
I've been a punkrocker for most of my life.
I sing kinda flat I'm not really so fat,
But that's how I hit 'em with a hook or a slice.
I'm Kent I do sound, "Look he's getting so round"
I'm Timmy The Turtle, "He counts and he clicks"
I'm Jay (I don't care) someone please cut his hair.
I'm Limo from Scotland so gimme haggis.
Singin' ... Singin' ... Singin'
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong.
(Pass me a bong!)
Gimme some bushmills I'll sing you this song.
(Sing you this song!)
Open another big box of cheap wine.
(Cheap wine!)
We're over 30, we're doing just fine.
(I'm fine!)
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong.
(incoherent)
Gimme some bushmills I'll sing you this song.
(incoherent)
Buy me a quaalude or chop me a line.
We're pushing 40, we're doing just fine.
(Fine!) (Woo!)
Buy me a Castle or pass me a bong.
Gimme Glenlivet I'll sing you this song.
Open another big box of cheap wine.
If you take the low road, then I'll take the high.