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