Don't want to chill, don't want to sit Don't want to hear no chippy shit Don't tell me I've closed my mind Don't want to groove don't want to dig Don't want to spend the day naked Don't like my music country fried He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt Wears his Birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes Fat Mike I gotta let you know It's not the tunes, it's their live show And all the people you get to meet Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs Stinky people give you hugs Walk around in your bare feet He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt Wears his Birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes Jeff don't wear regular shoes