Lyrics:

Well, you're just like a club fag wearing Doc Martins,
get a pair of Chuckas or some checkerboard slip-ons.
Worship Jeff Spicoli not Chris Cornell,
get a pair of Vans or God'll send you to Hell.(To Hell)
You think Doc Martins are the coolest invention,
since someone sliced a loaf of bread in someone else's kitchen.
The plain truth is 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 need no Doctor Martins, can't wear no Birkenstocks.
Just a crummy old pair of Chucka boots and a smelly old pair of socks...

If you wanna wear 'em you don't have to ride a skateboard.
You can even wear 'em with a pair of old cords,
someone'll probably tell you that they're not in trend
just tell them that's the reason that you don't have any friends.(No Friends)
I don't wanna hear about alternative footwear,
I don't wanna hear about your new hairdo,
see I don't give a shit about you stupid mother fuckers
cause I just wanna get a pair of olive green chuckas...

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 need no Doctor Martins, can't wear no Birkenstocks.
Just a crummy old pair of chucka boots and a smell old pair of socks...