Sooprize Package For Mr. Mineo - The Mummies

Still sucking that Stern dick, huh? You've probably grown accustomed to it by now, even enjoying the taste, Hell, I know some of you out there look forward to sucking that Stern dick every year, and you love giving them all your money while you do it. OK, you can justify it any way you see fit, because if you're a Local, and you don't know how to scam your way into any of the events going on, then you're an idiot that deserves every bit of fleecing that's coming to you, but seriously? Is it that hard to avoid this thing, to realize what a sham it is? Do the math, add up the numbers, and figure out who's getting rich off of this and who it benefits... it sure ain't the band, that's for sure. Le sigh. The Emperor is not wearing any clothes, and not only does everyone not care, but they justify it somehow... phooey. Whatever. My out of town friend is awakening. I got better things to do. See you at The Loud Pipes gigs tonight! :-)

Sung to the tune of Halloween by the Dead Kennedys.

So it's Punk Rock Bowling
And you feel like dancin'
And you feel like shinin'
And you feel like letting loose

Whatcha gonna be?
Babe, you better know
And you better plan
Better plan all day

Better plan all week
Better plan all month
Better plan all year

You're dressed up like a clown
Putting on your act
It's the only time all year
You'll ever admit that

I can see your eyes
I can see your brain
Baby, nothing's changed
(repeat)

You're still hiding in a mask
You take your fun seriously
No, don't blow this year's chance
Tomorrow your mold goes back on

After Punk Rock Bowling

Pool parties for days
After gig parties tomorrow
Shitfaced tonight
You'll brag about it for months

Remember what I did
Remember who I saw
Back at Punk Rock Bowling

But what's in between
Where are your ideas
You sit around and dream
For next Punk Rock Bowling

Why not everyday
Are you so afraid
What will people say
Why not everyday
Are you so afraid
What will people say
After Punk Rock Bowling

Because your role is planned for you
There's nothing you can do
But stop and think it through
But what will the Punx say to you

And what will your girlfriend say to you
And the Poseurs out on the street they might glare at you
And whadya know you're pretty self-conscious too

So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes
Only at night to score is your painted leather jacket exhumed

Why don't you take your Punk Rock rules and regulations
And shove 'em up your ass

Why don't you take your Punk Rock rules and regulations
And shove 'em up your ass

Why don't you take your Punk Rock rules and regulations
And shove 'em
UP YOUR ASS!!!