I lost my will to polka   Liederhosen got me down   So I switched my guitar to distortion   and started messin around      Played a job at an elks club   People started throwing sticks   So I got myself a Ska band   and wrote some cool-ass trumpet licks      Everybody knows me   I'm the punk with the green hair   Everyplace that I go   People tell me I don't belong there      You'd better keep a lookout   You might see us around   You better listen real hard   Cuz if we play too loud the cops shut us down