Nofx

We're professional punkers, we come from the suburbs, after 15 years we're still havin' fun
Now we're over 30, not lookin' so pretty, at least we got a beat up accordian
That's Erik our drummer, his father's a plumber, he drank enough booze to get Rhode Island drunk
Now sober but smelly he's got one big belly from livin' 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's not satanic, he's one hip hispanic, he grew up with one dozen cousins and kin
He wears baggy pants, he knows how to break dance
You've seen him do every impersonation
Well, blow me down Alec
Oh oh, gi gi gi gi
Give it some megatroid, it's certain, half even
Father, that's 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 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 so fat