Punk Rocker’s Thanksgiving

I can’t wait to argue with my uncle on Thanksgiving

And word salad all his arguing points about Israel and Pal uh stine

I will call him a racist meanie fascist and twirl my mashed potatoes around

(No veggies! No onions!)

Then when my mom gives me that look like shut the fock up you loser Jesus Christ I’m so embarrassed of you she’ll say

I will get up, roll my eyes grab my keys and head to caves!!!!!!!

Whoa whoa! To caves I go!

Wheee whee! No more racist thanksgiving for me!

I’m going to tell all my punk rock buddies who also live at home how much of a Nazi my uncle and dad are and then we will go over to a small house and listen boring records afterwards and the next night? What will I do? You guessed it.

Whoa whoa! To Caves I go!

No more getting some shut eye!

Punk rock all night deliver pizzas 3 to 4 hours the next day and then shows all night! Wake up at 5 or 6 pm and do it all over againnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 go to Caves over and over again)