Breaking Bottles In The Back Parking Lot Does Not Make You Punk Rock

Hey! Ho!

Let's go

Get up and out of bed, it's already that time

Forget to shower, it just slipped my mind

A dirty pair of socks and an old, holy shirt

I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go

To the show, we're just in time

Looks like we'll be the next in line

But before we get in the spot, we're gonna smash a couple bottles in the back parking lot

What do you know about being punk

The name of your band is Frank's mom

You no talent assholes, we just wanted to have some fun

Who the fuck are you to say it's not punk

Fuck you!

Hey! Ho! Let's go

Finish the set, and we packed up to leave

No one believed what they had just seen

Three big time assholes that had just left the floor

Now thirty motherfuckers crowding the back door

A piece of us, yeah, they would have liked

To kick their ass, I they know we would fight

But instead, I saw gleaming in the moon

Another bottle and I would be smashing soon

What do you know about being punk rock

The name of your band is Frank's mom

You no talent assholes, we just wanted to have some fun

Who the fuck are you to say it's not punk

Not punk, not punk, yeah