Letras
Giggin' alone at the Bottom of The Hill
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights on an Anchor Steam pint
All he needs is thirteen quarters
At the bottom of his hat
A crow, a scavenger-type
California Redemption
Provides him with his rent
Room and board inside of a fifth of comfort
As the wind penetrates his bones
His mind stays focused
Tidal waves of sound catapulted from his horn
They wail like lovers
The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury
His meter slows realizing he's reached a zenith
Fucking perfection
No one did see him die
Yeah! Whoo! Yeah, that was great, I love that song, yeah
How are you doing with that red hair
What did you expect?
Damn, it look like your mother had an affair with Ronald McDonald
You need to put some chemical on that natural
Yeah, hair straightener
It's what the guys in AFI did, that's how they get that
No, they're cool (shit), they're cool, AFI is good
That's not a diss, dude
He said, "Fuck AFI"
Did I say, "Fuck AFI?"
No, not you, fucking Fozzie Bear right there
Waka-waka-waka
Ok, this is the one song that we played every night, and we haven't gotten it right yet
So, tonight, if we don't do it right, we're fucked