Look at that punk with the bright green hair. 
Middle-age drunk just doesn't care.
You know they don't got a chance. 
All the kids just wanna dance.
All the kids just wanna dance. 
All the kids just wanna dance
Pretty punks with bright green hair 
And the middle aged drunks just don’t fuckin care
They just wanna dance 

Look at those kids in their funny hats. 
Where'd they learn to shake like that?
They got ants in their underpants. 
All the kids just wanna dance.
All the kids just wanna dance. 
All the kids just wanna dance
Funny kids in funny hats 
I wish that I could shake like that 
They just wanna
All the kids just wanna dance 
All the kids just wanna dance
Hanging out,     Being lazy, 
Going out, and getting shit crazy,
They just wanna dance. 

All the kids just wanna dance. 
All the kids just wanna dance.
I bet you wish you could dance too. 
The song is over, so     Fuck you.
You lost your chance to dance. 

Mrs. Johnson - The Automatics
Everyday I wake up and go to work at two.
Hey Mr. Johnson. Oh hey, hey, boss, fuck you.
I get so bored that I don't know what to do.
Oh Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson, I love you.
Get to work you fucking jerk! 
She comes to the store when the boss isn't there.
She is a bombshell with ribbons in her hair.
The way she wears those short skirts you really have to stare
And when she bends over, she ain't wearing underwear.
She walks into the back room and says, "Come here little boy."
I follow her behind just like I'm a wind up toy.
The hours we spend together I really do enjoy.
Oh, Mrs. Johnson, I'm glad to be in your employ.     Oh, Jesse!
Hey Mr. Johnson, I hope you take your life
When you find out that I'm sleeping with your wife.
I would be glad to supply you with a knife.
The way you fuck me over is the way I fuck your wife. 

My Life is Shit – The Automatics
Got a shitty job, always fighting with my boss.
I come home, I hit the couch, and then I hit the sauce. 
Smash the bottle on the wall
In a drunken fit.     I hate my boss     'Cause my boss is shit. 
My life is shit.    I play shitty music. 
My life is shit.     I eat shitty food. 
My life is shit.    I've got shit for brains. 
My life is shit.     There ain't shit to do. 
I spend all my time   Just trying to get along. 
I work hard,     I come home, and write stupid songs.
Singing words and strumming chords on a shitty guitar,
Teach them to my shitty band and play them in a shitty bar. 
My life is shit.    I play shitty music. 
My life is shit.     I eat shitty food. 
My life is shit.    I've got shit for brains. 
My life is shit.     There ain't shit to do. 
My life is shit XX
My life, o my life, O my life, o my life is shit  My life is shit XX 
My life is shit XX
My life, my life, my life, my life is shit My life is shit X12
My life, my life, my life, my life is shit