we're professional punkers
we come from the suburbs
after fifteen years, we're still having fun
now we're over 30
not looking so purdy
at least we got a beat up accordion
that's eric, our dummer
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 living the good life provided by punk
singin' singin' singin'
buy me a beck's beer or pass me a bong
give me some bushmills, i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
we're over 30 and 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 breakdance
you've seen him to every impersonation
that's melvin on 6-string
"some tell me i can't sing!"
oh, i think you can just don't do it round' me
stick with what you know
playing guitar solo
with hetson and watt in punk karaoke
singin' singin' singin'
buy me a beck's beer or pass me a bong
give me some bushmills, i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
we're over 30 and doin' just fine
my name is fat mike
i'm obsessed with big lesbians
i've been a punk rocker for most of my life
i sing kinda flat
i'm not really so fat
but that's how i hit em' with 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 bring me haggis!"
singin' singin' singin'
buy me a beck's beer or pass me a bong
give me some bushmills, i'll sing you this song
drop me a quaalude or chop me a line
we're pushing 40, we doin' just fine!