Roll down the window
Let the wind blow out your cigarette
Crank the radio, and never stop.
Listen to punk rock,
And pierce my lip on a bumpy road,
Not the wisest thing to do, I'll admit.
Drive 50 billion miles down the freeway.
Leaving our problems at the curb.
But it'll never be the same
Because we refuse to learn.
Oh, great, another local punk band.
I bet they think they're something new.
But don't they know that everything's been done
And there's nothing left to do?
Oh, wow, another local punk band.
They don't have talent, they're just loud.
But don't they know that they'll never get big
If they don't sell out?
"Hello" and "Goodbye"
Is all I wrote on the postcard
That I threw into the breeze.
Only one hundred more
Miles until we get to
My second home, New Jersey.
I'll take 50 billion photographs.
Of everything along the way
And we will stop at every single pit stop
That comes our way.
I just don't see why no one likes us.
Why don't they just come to our shows?
You know we're not all that bad after all
And I guess no one seems to know what it's like to be
In another local punk band.
I bet they think they're something new.
But don't they know that everything's been done
And there's nothing left to do?
Oh wow, another local punk band.
They don't have talent, they're just loud.
But don't they know that they'll never get big
If they don't sell out?
Another punk band!!
Oi!! Oi!!
Another punk band!!
Oi!! Oi!!
Another punk band!!
Oi!! Oi!!
Another punk band!!