MAN 1: I think the movement’s pretty much f#cking dead
MAN 2: The movement is making me have a bowel movement
MAN 1: Too many f#ckin’, there’s too many, uh…
Take out the soul, take out the passion
Then add some bubblegum and mainstream cash in
Amalgamate a soft link in the chain
MAN 1: You know white people invented ska?
MAN 2: Yeah, white people never invented ska
Don’t need a point, don’t need no power
Let them rinse off as ignorancе showers
And let integrity go down thе drain
Yeah!
Get on that train
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
You f#ckin’ dork
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
Get on that train
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
You f#ckin’ dork
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
Popcorn herbs dressed like Urkel
All running ’round and ’round in a circle
Phenomena that I can’t quite explain
MAN 1: You’re stealin’ your father’s clothes that he put away in the f#ckin’ attic
Chords and beats all cookie cutter
Originality in the gutter
Anyone else who does not share my pain
Yeah!
Get on that train
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
You f#ckin’ dork
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
Get on that train
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
You f#ckin’ dork
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
MAN 1: Mad Ska Syndrome?
MAN 2: No, BAD Ska Syndrome
MAN 1: *laughs* Bad Ska Syndrome
MAN 2: It’s reskarded
MAN 1: *laughs* It’s reskaded! Those reskaded kids!
MAN 2: Reskaded kids
MAN 1: Ska with an extra chromosome
MAN 2: *laughs*
MAN 1: We didn’t even know when the first band started and the last band ended. We thought it was just one big band. They bring new meaning to the word “starving artist”
MAN 2: When the crowd’s starvin’
MAN 1: When the crowd’s starvin’. Starvin’ for good music!
MAN 2: *laughs*
Follow the herd into the chasm
Keep on your wannabee rebellion spasm
While you don’t dare to go against the grain
MAN 1: My favorite ska band is Aunt Suzanne’s Tampon, they’re the best
We’ll still be here fighting the good fight
Keeping it true and strong and hardcore and airtight
Anyone else who won’t help cleanse this stain
Yeah!
Get on that train
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
You f#ckin’ dork
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
Get on that train
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
You f#ckin’ dork
You f#ckin’ dork, you f#ckin’ dork, dork, dork
Alright, all aboard
You dork it up, you dork it up, you dork, dork, dork
You f#ckin’ dork it up, you dork it up, you dork, dork, dork
You f#ckin’ dork it up, you dork it up, you dork, dork, dork
You f#ckin’ dork it up, you dork it up, you dork
‘Til it sounds like this!
“sk#nk it up, rudies!”
MAN 1: I saw a kid with a Reel Big Fish shirt, and I called him a reel big #ssh#l#
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