Cruising down the interstate
Everything was eeling great
Peckers tape in my hand
Gretchen never understands
To the show, here we go Doubl Deckes
Don't you know?
Ste into the bar not a single person in the place
So I got another drink, stepped to the bar, didn't even think.
A skinhead boy sing oi Oh boy what a joy
Tonight's gonna be a lot longer than I think
I'm feeling dumb
Here we go on the stage
As we turn another page
Now it's time to play our songs
Boy they feel twice as long
No one move, avoid the groove.
All two were feeling blue
Then I heard he drunken rudies come in, so they ask to slow it down
Naturally we obliged by going fast as we know how
So we sped it up, what the fuck
Let's hurry up and load the truck and get out of here as fast as we can
So before you even know, the rudies causing trouble with people that we know
They took the hat, give it back
The skinhead girl was a brat
Then we left never to play again.