I lost my will to polka
Liederhosen got me down
So I switched my guitar to distortion
and started messin around

Played a job at an elks club
People started throwing sticks
So I got myself a Ska band
and wrote some cool-ass trumpet licks

Everybody knows me
I'm the punk with the green hair
Everyplace that I go
People tell me I don't belong there

You'd better keep a lookout
You might see us around
You better listen real hard
Cuz if we play too loud the cops shut us down