We´ve been out for so long, now we´re back on the bus.
On top of the posters and the target of fuzz.
We used to be losers but now we´re so cool.
And you come to the shows though we break every rule.
WAIT A SECOND, LET IT TAKE AWHILE.
WE NEED SOME TIME TO CRAMP YOUR STYLE.
YOUR IMAGE IS GONE AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
YOUR STYLE IS CRAMPED WE CRACKED YOUR ASS.
A bunch of old farts, no cool t-shirt design.
Banned from the skateboards and way out of line.
Now we´re praised by some bozo and hailed as the best.
So you´re buying our records though we fail every test.
WAIT A SECOND, LET IT TAKE AWHILE.
WE NEED SOME TIME TO CRAMP YOUR STYLE.
YOUR IMAGE IS GONE AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
YOUR STYLE IS CRAMPED WE CRACKED YOUR ASS.
You´ve learned all the lyrics and you know every chord.
Though we can´t fuckin´ skate and we can´t ride a board.
We´re gaining a following that´s more like a sect.
And you put up our posters though we look like Accept.
WAIT A SECOND, LET IT TAKE AWHILE.
WE NEED SOME TIME TO CRAMP YOUR STYLE.
YOUR IMAGE IS GONE AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
YOUR STYLE IS CRAMPED WE CRACKED YOUR ASS.
YEAH.
