Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Dexter Holland
Dexter Holland
Guitarra
Greg Kriesel
Greg Kriesel
Bajo
Kevin Wasserman
Kevin Wasserman
Guitarra
Ron Welty
Ron Welty
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Bryan Keith Holland
Bryan Keith Holland
Autoría
Greg Kriesel
Greg Kriesel
Composición
Kevin Wasserman
Kevin Wasserman
Composición
Ronald Welty
Ronald Welty
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Producción
Billy Bowers
Billy Bowers
Ingeniería adicional
Dave Dominguez
Dave Dominguez
Asistente de ingeniería
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Masterización
Karl Egsieker
Karl Egsieker
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Nick DiDia
Nick DiDia
Ingeniería de grabación
Ross Garfield
Ross Garfield
Equipo técnico de baterias
Ryan Williams
Ryan Williams
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Steve Masi
Steve Masi
Equipo técnico de guitarras

Letra

[Verse 1]
If I had a perfect day, I would have it start this way
Open up the fridge and have a tall boy, yeah
Then I'd meet up with my friends, head out to the game again
We don't even really care who wins
(Hey) Wins, (Hey) one, two, three
[Verse 2]
Now excitement seems to grow when we're hangin' with the bros
When we're chillin', and we pound a case of Stroh's
Now the game is cool to see, you can high-five on TV
Count the riot on the one, two, three
Operation is in sight, and the field is open wide
When you break it, then you know you're still alive
If the cops don't make you pay, and you make your getaway
Then you know that's one fine day (Hey)
[Verse 3]
On the day before we're through, we could torch a car or two
Then have ourselves another tall boy, yeah
Water hoses and batons, that's the real game that's on
I don't really give a shit who
Wins (Hey), wins (Hey), one, two, three
[Verse 4]
Now excitement seems to grow when we're hangin' with the bros
When we're chillin', and we pound a case of Stroh's
Now, the game is cool to see, you can high-five on TV
Count the riot on the one, two, three
Operation is in sight, and the field is open wide
When you break it, then you know you're still alive
If the cops don't make you pay, and you make your getaway
Then you know that's one fine day (Hey)
[Verse 5]
I believe it's my God-given right to destroy everything in my sight
'Cause it never gets dull, it never gets old (Whoa)
The only thing it gets is more bold (Whoa)
Drinkin', fightin', goin' to the game (Whoa, whoa)
In our world it's a way to stay sane (Whoa)
If you're asking me to have it my way (Whoa, whoa)
I'd say that's one fine day (Whoa)
[Verse 6]
Now excitement seems to grow when we're hangin' with the bros
When we're chillin', and we pound a case of Stroh's
Now, the game is cool to see, you can high-five on TV
Count the riot on the one, two, three
Operation is in sight, and the field is open wide
When you break it, then you know you're still alive
If the cops don't make you pay, and you make your getaway
Then you know that's one fine day, yeah
Then you know that's one fine day, now
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Written by: Bryan Keith Holland, Greg Kriesel, Kevin Wasserman, Pete Parada
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