Theme song of Masato Toys

[Masato]

This is another good one. Wait for the change @ 1:55





We're professional punkers , we come from the suburbs
After fifteen years , we're still having fun
Now we're over thirty, not looking so pretty
At least we got a beat up accordian

That's Erik, our drummer, his father's a plumber
He drank enough booze to get Rhode Island drunk
Now sober but smelly, he's got one big belly
From living the good life provided by punk

Singin', singin', singin'

Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some bushmills, I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're over thirty, we're doin' just fine

El Hefe's not satanic, he's one hip hispanic
He grew up with one dozen cousins and kin
He wears baggy pants, he know how to break dance
You've seen him do every impersonation

That's Melvin on six string, some tell me I can't sing
Oh, I think you can, just don't do it 'round me
Stick with what you know, playing guitar solo
With Hetson and Watt in punk rock karaoke

Singin', singin', singin'

(PUNK CHANGE)

Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some bushmills, I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're over thirty, we're doin' just fine

My name is Fat Mike, I'm obsessed with big lesbians
I've been a punk rocker for most of my life
I sing kinda flat, I'm not really so fat, but that's how I hit them
With hook or a slice

I'm Kent, I do sound, look he's getting so round
I'm Timmy the turtle, he counts and he clicks
I'm Jay, I don't care, someone please cut his hair
I'm Limo from Scotland so give me haggis

Singin', singin', singin'

Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some bushmills, I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're over thirty, we're doin' just fine

Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some bushmills, I'll sing you this song
Buy me a quaalide or chop we a line
We're pushin' forty, we're doin' just fine

Buy me a casual, pass me a bong
Give me Glen Lebbit, I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
If you take the low road then I'll take the high

[Som-Pong]

You talking about me motherfucker?

[Edge Guerrero]

If you're gonna leave
I won't beg you to stay
And if you gotta go darling
Then maybe it's better that way

I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
Just walk out that door
See if I care
Just go on and go

But don't turn around
Cause you're gonna see my heart breakin'
Don't turn around
I don't want you seein' me cry
Just walk away
It's tearin' me apart that you're leavin'
I'm lettin' you go
But I won't let you know

I won't miss your arms around me[b] - THis part talk's about we graplling togheter.
Holdin' me tight (holdin' me tight)
And if you ever think about me
Just know that I'll be alright[/b]







- As one of the whitest brazialians ever:

You know it's kind of hard just to get along today.
A subject isn't cool but he thinks it anyway.
He may not have a clue, and he may not have style,
But everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial.

So don't debate, play it straight.
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
Gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate,
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world needs wannabes,
So hey, hey do that brand new thing.

Give it to me baby! (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Give it to me baby! (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Give it to me baby! (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy.

He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice,
But they didn't have Ice Cube so he bought Vanilla Ice.
Now cruising in his Pinto he sees homies as he pass,
But if he looks twice they're gonna kick his lily ass.

So don't debate, play it straight.
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
Gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate,
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world loves wannabes,
So hey, hey do that brand new thing.

Now he's getting a tattoo, yeah, he's gettin' ink done.
He asked for a "13" but they drew a "31."
Friends say he's trying too hard and he's not quite hip,
But in his own mind, he's the, he's the dopest trip.

[Canuckster]

Transplanted east coaster

[Benwahwah]

I know Masato loves his punk, and there are a lot of Canadians here, so I figured this song is perfect for this place.

[Canuckster]

Punk sucks