We're professional punkers , we come from the suburbs
After fifteen years , we're still having fun
Now we're over thirty, not looking so pretty
At least we got a beat up accordian
That's Erik, 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 living 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 thirty, we're doin' just fine
If he is not satanic, he's one hip hispanic
He grew up with one dozen cousins and kin
He wears baggy pants, he know how to break dance
You've seen him do every impersonation
That's 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'
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 thirty, 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 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 give me haggis
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 thirty, we're doin' just fine
Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some bushmills, I'll sing you this song
Buy me a quaalide or chop we a line
We're pushin' forty, we're doin' just fine
Buy me a casual, pass me a bong
Give me Glen Lebbit, 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