We’re professional punkers we come from the suburbs After 15 years we’re still having fun Now we’re over 30 not looking so pretty at least we got a beat up accordian

That’s Erik our drummer his fathers a plumber He drank enough booze to get rhode island drunk Now sober but smelly he’s got one big belly From living the good life provided by punk

Singin Singin Singin Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong Gimmie some bushmills I’ll sing you this song Open another big box of cheap wine we’re over 30 we’re doin just fine

El Hefe is not satanic he’s one hip hispanic He grew up with one dozen cousins and kin He wears baggy pants he know how to break dance You’ve seen him do every impersonation That Melvin on six string some tell me I can’t sing Oh I think you can just don’t do it round me Stick with what you know Playing guitar solo with hetson and watt in punk rock karaoke

Singin Singin Singin Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong Gimmie some bushmills I’ll sing you this song Open another big box of cheap wine we’re over 30 we’re doin just fine

My name is Fat Mike I’m obsessed with big lesbians I’ve been a punk rocker for most of my life I sing kinda flat I’m not really that fat But that’s how I hit them with a hook or a slice I’m Kent I do sound look his getting so round I’m Timmy the Turtle he counts as he clicks I’m Jay I don’t care someone please cut his hair I’m Limo from Scotland so give me haggis

Singin Singin Singin Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong Gimmie some bushmills I’ll sing you this song Open another big box of cheap wine we’re over 30 we’re doin just fine Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong Gimmie some bushmills I’ll sing you this song We a quaalide or chop we a line we’re pushin 40 we’re doin just fine