Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit   Don't wanna hear no hippy shit   Don't tell me I've closed in my mind      Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig   Don't wanna spend the day naked   Don't like my music country fried      He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt   Wears his birkenstocks to work   Is he a jerk? No! Just confused   Jeff don't wear regular shoes      Fat Mike, I gotta let you know   It's not the tunes, it's their live show   And all the people you get to meet      Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs   Stinky people give you hugs   Walk around in your bare feet      He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt   Wears his birkenstocks to work   Is he a jerk? No! Just confused   Jeff don't wear regular shoes      Shoes, shoes, shoes, shoes   Jeff don't wear regular shoes