Millions of drunken-stupid-high-suggestive people
loose in the street with their heads cut off with
fire works and fire arms doomsday rites and false alarms it's
all a recipe for fun, fun, fun
have you joined your local cult have you built your bomb shelter
and stocked it full with pork and beans and lots of toilet paper
is your money in a carrot bag underneath you your mattress
do you have enough guns in case they come attack us?

Pork and Beans, Y2K, Spike Lee, amen

The parties, oh yes, there will be some big parties
everyone is invited, even Spike Lee
don't drink and drive if you think you might survive
cause you'll be drunk and they'll be drunk all way too drunk to see
If you pass out before midnight you'll be mocked for years to come
you have to be awake to loot the place - riot everyone
if the banks go down we'll have to storm and fight to
get our money panic paranoia mayhem this will be real funny

this is the end they prophesy
so they say we're all gonna
die we should see technology is
sin we've built a monster we cant
win satalites will fall
nukes will fire we'll all pass away
well that's just too bad

It might be a scam some historian screwed up it's actually 1942
and the jokes all on you so I'll
see you around in the year double-aught
we might all be dead but then again maybe not