Pictures are worth 900 words   Words are worth even more I’ve heard   But nothing’s worth more than the Tim face      Who needs a car or a cell phone   The city bus will always get you home   Who really wants to drive in L.A. anyway      We’ve all been spoiled by Rancid,   Never taken Op Ivy for granted   We’ve all been Transplanted too      I don’t even know where I would be   If your tunes weren’t a part of me   Now this my gift to you   For all you’ve inspired me to do      This is a punk rock birthday song   Music gives us a place where we belong   Life’s a chorus that we should sing along   Happy birthday Tim Armstrong      You don’t even know the hope you give kids   All the punks, all the skins, and misfits   From Granada, Minnesota to the alleys of LA      You need to hear the good you’ve done   I’m sure you hear it from everyone   Now this my chance for you to hear it from me      You gave John and I a home   Now we’ll never be alone   This is a story that I can tell   Thanks to Nicole and Tinkerbell