We tuned in our satellite radio
and headed out for a long ride
No more Mark Perento taking us home
on the afternoon drive
There once was a time
they played music remember that?
on the old radio
When you woke up in the morning
it was tuned to The Big Mattress Show
And we all seemed to know one another
sometimes
We all shared that special bond
Was the love of the underground music
that made us feel like we belonged
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell The Rat?
Poor poor Jimmy
Must be hard looking back
So now when I go down to Kenmore
there's no chance
that I'll see Bud White
All the jocks are still hanging out
but with no punk rockers to fight
f**k you
Now it's hard to find that old music
and these new bands
might put us to shame
We never had to worry about our image
because we always had a place to play
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell The Rat?
Poor poor Jimmy
Must be hard looking back
On all those years and all the fans
And all the friends we thought we met
In that old s**t-hole
man did it stink
But it was our favorite place to drink
And lose our minds
And pick up chicks
And be punk rockers
at least for the weekend
No one was real,
we all were faking it
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell The Rat?
Poor poor Jimmy
Must be hard looking back
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell The Rat?
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell out like that?
Thanks for the memories Mr. Butch
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell The Rat?
Poor poor Jimmy