Fuck Green Day and the
shit that they play
With their pre-school politics
I wish they’d go away
Nothing I admire
about you Billie Joe
Don’t wanna hear your pop-punk
on my radio / stereo

You sit there telling us that the systems wrong
Conforming as you do with your pop-punk song
The dollars you make when you tell us to be free
Have only one real beneficiary

HDTV and
BMW
Crying for the poor
And that just aint you
We don’t wanna see
All Your crocodile tears
Or buy your cheap
Plastic pop-punk souvenirs

Fuck Green Day and the
shit that they play
With their pre-school politics
I wish they’d go away
Nothing I admire
about you Billie Joe
Don’t wanna hear your pop-punk
on my radio / stereo

Taking 3 years to
record an LP
Real hard work is when
you’re in a factory
you bore us with your latest media spree
You’re a multinational company

One minute crying about the third world
Next you sing a song about a punk rock girl
We’re sick and tired of your hippocracy
These three goons are now the Bourgeouisie

Here we go again another music magazine
Billie Joe tells us how tough it’s been
We gladly jump onto Billies merry go round
Green day Judas Billie Joe’s punk sound

Fuck Green Day and the
shit that they play
With their pre-school politics
I wish they’d go away
Nothing I admire
about you Billie Joe
Don’t wanna hear your pop-punk
on my radio / stereo