The way you act is fuckin trife   drunk as a skunk and twice as ripe   You're a fucking waste of life   my hate for you is like a knife      You're like a jock at football practice   Trying to impress with your silly antics   A frat boy in a leather jacket   Without your beer you couldn't hack it      Here's your walking papers   Clean out your locker   You're another worthless fake punk rocker      Punk supplies me with a foundation   to you its a soundtrack to retardation   I don't think its funny, I don't think its cute   You're heading for a party at the end of my boot   You should have stayed on quincy   You should have stayed on chips   Now I'm here to serve you with your pink slip