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We're professional punkers we come from the suburbs
Afetr 15 years we're still having fun
Now we're over 30 not looking so purty at least wegot a beat up accordian
That's Erik our drummer his father's a plumber
He drink enough booze to get the Rode Island drunk
Now he's straight but Smelly, he's got one big belly
From livin the good life provided by punk
Singin singin singin
But 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
El Hefe's not satanic, he's one hip hispanic
He crew up with one dozen cousins and kin
He wears baggy pants, he knows how to breakdance
You seen him do every inpersonation
That Melvin on six 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 rock karaoke
Singin singin singin
But 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 punk rocker for most of my life
I sing kinda flat, I'm not really so fat
But that's how I hit them with a hook or a slice
"I'm Kent I do sound" looks he's getting so round
"I'm Timmy the turtle" he counts as he clicks
"I'm Jay I don't care" someone please cut his hair
"I'm Limo from Scotland" so give me haggis
Singin singin singin
But 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
Singin singin singin
But me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some bushmills I'll sing you this song
Gimme a quaalide or chop me a line
We're pushing 40 we're doin just fine
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