Load the Beerbuster in the truck 

We're going camping don't give a fuck 

About the wildlife or the trees 

Fuck the birds and fuck the bees 

Got a chainsaw to blaze the trail 

DDT to keep the bugs away 

M-16's for hunting deer 

And a keg of Bud, the king of beers 



[Chorus:]

Punk rock party in the great outdoors 

Lots of beer & drugs & whores 

Nothing could be more hard-core 

Than camping with the Quincy Punx 



Diesel generator in the camp 

To run the stage lights and the amps 

Plus bug zapper neon lights 

And groupie sluts in fishnet tights 

A gallon of gas to start the fire 

It'll be some chipmunks funeral pyre 

We'll shoot ones with our BB guns 

And chop em up just for fun 



[Repeat Chorus]



The campsites full of broken glass 

If the rangers come we'll kick their ass 

Our six-pack holders drown the ducks 

But who really gives a fuck 

At dawn we've left a blackened crater 

We're leaving now but we'll be back later 

To add to the pile of beer soaked trash 

And burn more trees down to ash 



[Chorus 2]

Its a wasteland kind of scene 

Tree-huggers think we're really mean 

Nothing could be more obscene 

Than camping with the Quincy Punx