Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sitDon't wanna hear
no hippy shitDon't tell me I'm closing my
mindDon't wanna groove, don't wanna digDon't
wanna spend the day nakedDon't like my music country
friedHe's got a tie dyed Rancid shirtHe wears his
birkenstocks to workIs he a jerk? No! Just confusedJeff
don't wear regular shoesFat Mike I gotta let you
knowIt's not the tunes, it's their live showAnd all
the people you get to meetPlenty of good vibes and decent
drugsStinky people give you hugsWalk around in your bare
feetHe's got a tie dyed Rancid shirtHe wears his
birkenstocks to workIs he a jerk? No! Just confusedJeff
don't wear regular shoes