Lyrics:

Well, you're just like a club fag wearing Doc Martens Get a pair of chukas or some checkerboard slip-ons Worship Jeff Spicoli not Chris Cornell Get a pair of Vans or God will send you to Hell To Hell… You think Doc Martens are the coolest invention Listen | Buy Since someone sliced a loaf of bread in someone else's kitchen The plain truth is that you just plain suck So why should I tell you not to waste a hundred bucks Vans in my head Vans on my feet My sole is on the ground when I'm walking down the street 2, 3, 4 Don't wear no Doc Martens Can't wear no Birkenstocks Just a crummy old pair of chuka boots and a smelly old pair of socks… If you want to wear them you don't have to ride a skateboard You can even wear them with a pair of old cords Someone'll probably tell you that they're not in trend Just tell them that's the reason why you don't have any friends No friends… I don't wanna hear about alternative footwear And I don't wanna hear about your new hair-do I don't give a shit about you stupid motherfuckers ‘Cause I just wanna get a pair of olive green chukas! Vans in my head Vans on my feet My sole is on the ground when I'm walking down the street 2, 3, 4 Don't wear no Doc Martens Can't wear no Birkenstocks Just a crummy old pair of chuka boots and a smelly old pair of socks… Vans in my head Vans on my feet My sole is on the ground when I'm walking down the street 2, 3, 4 Don't wear no Doc Martens Can't wear no Birkenstocks Just a crummy old pair of chuka boots and a smelly old pair of socks…