I gotta song stuck in my head   Walking down street number nine   I sing it out loud with my friends   And we're all having a good time   We all waited for weeks   Now we're hanging in the streets of NYC   We gotta go   To the show   Even though   We're all underage      Outside the firehall in PA   In rained on three hundred kids all day   When the cops shut it down   No one went away   We're gonna play   No matter what they say      Three or four people showed up in   Albuquerque   The alternator died somewhere   Between Mankato and Rapid city   Strangers in some strange lands   In LA   The enchilladas made us sick but   That's okay      Growing up we didn't wanna be like them   It was tough to know who were our friends   Killing time playing basements way back when   In alot of ways nothing's changed   Between now and then   Some say they feel let down   I wonder why they still hang around   I wonder where all these good things could be   Then I realized that somehow   I found them in me      We're gonna play no matter what they say   We're gonna play no matter what they say   We're gonna play no matter what they say   We're gonna play no matter what they say