Mom and dad won't you let me go   'round the bay to the town to the club to the show   Gordo is driving his grandpa's white truck   Don't mind the way we dress the way we drive   the way we never talk   Bottle of Vodka and five Dixie cups   From the front of the cab to the back of the white truck   Spikes and old boots and a sense of impending confusion   And I've got a five dollar ticket in my hand   We'll I'm misunderstood I'm a troubled young hood   and I'm going to see the band   Yes I'm misunderstood and I just ain't no good   and I'm going to see the band   I picked up John and Elise at Maria's house   She's got her hair spiked and he's got his Clash t-shirt on   It's a week night there's plenty of cars on the road so let's go   Let's hit the highway go right past the theater   The sound check's about over   Oh babe can't you feel it   The bass drum the snare drum the floor tom   all ready to rumble and stumble right into my stomach   I got a green stamp because I'm under age   But it really don't matter because I'm already wasted   trying not to smile because I'm trying to be cool   With my pins and my thin tie and oversized suit coat   Hands in my pocket I'm pushing my way   right next to the monitors in front of the stage   The mic stand's got a row of brown picks and the set list is readable