By the people for the little people
Here's how we like to start of the set:
"Dude, where's my coke?" is followed by a weak joke
That segues into "vote democrat"

Oh, how upsetting!
It seems I've neglected to mention
That punk used to be so dangerous

Follow your leaders, come all true believers
We're charming and lovable misfits
Fall into line like you do all the time
And whatever you do, don't grow up

Listen up friends, Romans and countrymen
We're not your father's rock and roll band
"No brown M&Ms" Gee, ain't I irreverent?
See? Please notice, I laughed at myself

Aren't we original?
PBR logos
On all of our t-shirts and record covers

Follow your leaders, come all true believers
We're frat boys with sillier haircuts
Fall into line like you do all the time
And whatever you do, don't grow up

Let's head out to Punk Rock Bowling, then The Fest is on our list next
Cargo vans in place of little cars; dyed hair instead of fezzes
Who will whip his dick out first, then chase three Xanax with a fifth of Jack?
We're so bad!

Girls! Girls! Please try and control yourselves!
Drop your panties after the show!
Calm down! There's plenty of me to go around
Now from which ass shall I snort this blow?

Come on, can't you laugh? Dude, the DT's are rad
Oh, you killjoy, just go back to Jesusland

Or follow your leaders, come all true believers
We're snide flippant social piranhas
Fall into line or you'll be left behind
And whatever you do, don't grow up

Follow your leaders, come all true believers
We're reliving high school as winners
Fall into line like you do every time
And whatever you do, don't grow up