Dead Kennedys

Happy hour belongs to americas best-loved thugs
Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises
Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers
We couldnt find a chick to sit in the middle
So we drink ourselves sick
Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead
We are the goons of hazzard
Glorified on your tv
We run down bikes and hitch hikers
And we know well get off scot-free
Were the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy flicks
Bashing punks & bums and fags
With our baseball bats
No deer to blow away in the woods today
So we go to oroville and shoot a black kid down
Or waste demonstrators in greensboro instead
We are the goons of hazzard
Glorified on your tv
We leave you in a pool of blood
Cos we know well get off scot-free