"We're professional punkers

 We come from the suburbs

 After 15 years, we're still having fun

Now we're over 30, not looking so purty

 At least we got a beat up accordion

That's Eric our drummer, his father's a plummer

 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 doing just fine

 Hefe's not satanic he's one hip Hispanic

 He grew up with one dozen cousins and kin

 He wears baggy pants he know how to breakdance

 You've seen him do every impersonation

 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 doing just fine

 My name is Fat Mike I'm obsessed with big lesbians

 I've been a punkrocker for most of my life

 I sing kinda flat I'm not really so fat

 But that's how I hit them with a hook or a slice

 I'm Kent I do sound "Look he's getting so round"

 Like Timmy The Turtle he counts as he clicks

 I'm Jay (I don't care) someone please cut his hair

 I'm Limo from Scotland so gimme haggis

 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 doing just fine

 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 pushing 40 we're doing just fine"

Buoloco 2012