PUNKS Went to a party at the upper west side, cause i met a girl who couldn't be denied bitch were up to no good, dragged me into her neighbourhood i brought my beers but they were drinking chardonay i thought of something that would save my day picked up my phone and called my friends, this mixed party doesn't make sence
those punks aint good enough for us they drink, do drugs and laugh at us those punks aint good enough for us
went to a disco dont ask me why, we knew it would suck, but we gave it a try went to buy a beer, all they had was crystal champagne one of the slick-ricks looked kinda mad, cause i scored with a girl he never had then i heard them say, those bastards gonna pay
those punks aint good enough for us they drink, do drugs and laugh at us those punks aint good enough for us
bouncer threw us out cause we didn't fit in, pricks followed along to a battle they couln't win a fist and a foot in the face, the faggot put up his mace we left them bleeding in the street, they said can this be our first defeat as we walked away, we heard them say
those punks aint good enough for us they drink, do drugs and laugh at us those punks aint good enough for us we, punks, are far to good for you, we drink, do drugs, and laugh at you we, punks, are far to good for you
Words & music by Folke Solberg, Stian B. Pedersen & Gjøran Christensen