Hey there y'all, we're a little ol' rock 'n' roll band in rock 'n' roll land

Yeah!

I ain't blue yet, hell I ain't even sick

But this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink

Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet

But for a pile of trash, I sure smell sweet

Can in a bag, just $2.35

Nobody looks you straight in the eye

Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie

Drop like butter, just let me fry

Yeah!

I've been digging holes like I'm in need of work

I can't sit for a minute, just dry my shirt

This city's been sucking on me like a cheap cigarette

It's drunk my drinks and cashed my bets

Can in a bag, just $2.35

Nobody looks you straight in the eye

Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie

Drop like butter, just let me fry

Goddamn!

Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie

Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie

Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk

Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk

Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk

Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk

Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk

Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk

Yeah!

Pleasure we're playing for you all

For what we play is dance to ease yourself

You wanna join the band to dance with us?

More than fucking welcome