were professional punkers, we come from the suburbs
after 15 years, were still havin fun
now were over 30, not lookin so purty
but at least we got a beat up accordian

thats our erik our drummer, his fathers a plummer
he drank enough booze to get rhode island drunk
now sober but smelly, hes got one big belly
from livin the good life provided by punk.

singin, singin, singin, buy me a beck's beer or pass me a bong
gimme some bushmill's i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
were over 30, were doin just fine

hefe's not satanic, hes one hip hispanic
he grew up with one dozen cousins and kin
he wears baggy pants, he knows how to breakdance
youve seen him do every impersonation
(well blow me down olive!  ahgagagagaga)

thats melvin on six string (some tell me i cant sing!)
oh i think ya can, just dont do it 'round me
stick with whatcha know, playin guitar solo
with hetson and watt punk kereoke

singin, singin, singin, buy me a beck's beer or pass me a bong
gimme some bushmill's i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
were over 30, were doin just fine

my name is fat mike, im obsessed with big lesbians
ive been a punkrocker for most of my life
i sing kinda flat, im not really so fat
but thats how i hit em with a hook or a slice

im kent i do sound look he's getting so round
like timmy the turtle he counts as he clicks
im jay (i dont care) someone please cut his hair
im limo from scotland so gimme haggis

singin, singin, singin, buy me a beck's beer or pass me a bong
gimme some bushmill's i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
were over 30, were doin just fine
buy me a beck's beer or pass me a bong
gimme some bushmill's i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
were pushin 40, were doin just fine
singin, singin, singin, buy me a beck's beer or pass me a bong
gimme some bushmill's i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
you take the low, ill take the high