I'm a skid, a skid, a punk rock kid
My old man, you know what he did?
Punched me right in the heart!
And now my world has fallen apart

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

How do I start? Scotty's the name
Being free man, that's the game
Stuck in a car, parents, great plains
God? He don't know my name (My name!)

I might as well be handcuffed in the trunk
Leaving real ones behind, who showed me punk (Punk!)
Phony Marshall family, city of champions bound
Been a minute since any champions been crowned

Pops is gonna pop, a heart attack and drop
A stereotypical control freak cop
My old man Mick, made his mark as a NARC
Living with him, dirty thirty shade of dark

Soon as mom's awake, a shot so she don't shake
How does she take it? A lesser women would break
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

(1, 2, 3)

I'm a skid, a skid, a punk rock kid
Got my headphones on, and I blast the shit
I'm a skid, a skid, a punk rock kid
The Discman plays, and man I write to live