Late news breaking this just in...yeah, cool 'n' out!
God sure baked a lot of fruitcake, baby,
When Adam met the Eden lady,
They're walking the streets
And they're driving cars
They're all over the country
And they're running ours,
They're walking on the wounded who won the war,
What's the matter people,
Was it worth fighting for?
Fix that gauge or you run out of gas,
A cool operator can make it last,
Say from here to Indiana and across Illinois,
We're rocking the girls and a-boppin' on the boys,
And I spot a little bitty on a little bam bam,
That pill poppers hopping on a city bound tram...
The stars go in, and the stars go out,
And punk rock what is's all about,
And even when you're just-a-chillin' out...
You're wondering
W-w-w-w-w- what's it all about?..
Cool 'n' out.
At the G7 summit, well we've got some 25,
And we're putting it into the gin supply,
We want a satellite crashing outta the skies,
And a firework display by ballistic missiles,
I got a sneeky feeling
That the poker's getting hot
Cos twice times bitten..
And it's a third time shot.
Oh, the stars go in, and the stars go out,
And punk rock what it's all about,
An' even when you're just-a-chillin' out...
You're wondering...
What's it all about?
Cool 'n' out...
What's it all about?
Cool 'n' out.
God sure baked a lot of fruitcake, baby,
When Adam met the Eden lady,
They're walking the streets
And they're driving cars
They're all over the country
And they're running ours,
They're walking on the wounded who won the war,
What's the matter people,
Was it worth fighting for?
Fix that gauge or you run out of gas,
A cool operator can make it last,
Say from here to Indiana and across Illinois,
We're rocking the girls and a-boppin' on the boys,
And I spot a little bitty on a little bam bam,
That pill poppers hopping on a city bound tram...
The stars go in, and the stars go out,
And punk rock what is's all about,
And even when you're just-a-chillin' out...
You're wondering
W-w-w-w-w- what's it all about?..
Cool 'n' out.
At the G7 summit, well we've got some 25,
And we're putting it into the gin supply,
We want a satellite crashing outta the skies,
And a firework display by ballistic missiles,
I got a sneeky feeling
That the poker's getting hot
Cos twice times bitten..
And it's a third time shot.
Oh, the stars go in, and the stars go out,
And punk rock what it's all about,
An' even when you're just-a-chillin' out...
You're wondering...
What's it all about?
Cool 'n' out...
What's it all about?
Cool 'n' out.