[Intro: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Announcer]
What kind of a day do you want?
What kind of a day do you want?
Green fucking Day
(Hits microphone against head)
Ah
Oh, what is this fucking free hippie love shit
How you all doing, all you rich motherfuckers

[Verse 1]
Dear mother, can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks since that I have left your home
This sudden fear has left me tremblin'
'Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own
And I'm feeling so alone

[Chorus]
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise

[Verse 2]
A gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go
[Chorus]
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise

[Verse 3]
Dear mother, can you hear me laughing?
It's been six whole months since that I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

[Chorus]
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
Oh, paradise

[Outro: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt]
Dont smoke the brown weed
Go green bud, god damn it
Well, the reason why everybody freaked out- out because of the brown acid 'cause it was the best shit
Can't do the crime, don't do the time
Wait a minute, I said that backwards, I must fix it
Look at you fucking dirty motherfuckers
Hippie
Oh can you do one thing for me, and I, I-I swear to God I'll leave you alone? Starting on that side, can you do the wave?
This isn't a fucking baseball game, what the hell?
Oh, okay, thanks