What's the matter with the songs you're singin'
Can't you tell that your only screamin'
After listenin' to a couple of bands
They all starting to sound the same
Where have you been lately, punk
You can't dress correctly
'Til you can sing formerly
Everybody's screamin' 'bout nothing
Funny, but it's still grunge to me

What's the matter with the band you're makin'
Can't you tell that it's out of style
You should get a set of white LA Baseball caps
So that you can roll with the gangstas
Nowadays you can't be too judgemental
You best bet's a true blue Chevy Impala Convertible
Hot beats, cool punk, even if it's old junk
It's still grunge to me

How about a couple of white t-shirts
And a dark blue pair of baggy jeans
Well, you could really be a gangsta'
If you just give it half a chance
Don't waste your money on a new set of speakers
You get more from a new pair of shiny sneakers
Next treat, new beat , guitarr frenzy, anyways
It's still grunge to me

Whooooooooa-ho
What's the matter with the crowd I'm hearin'
Don't they know that their out of taste
Should you be a old school punker
If you are then you are trying too much
Don't you know about the new fashion punk
All you need is the attitude and a whole lotta bling-bling
It's the next treat, new beat , guitarr frenzy, anyways
It's still grunge to me

Everybody's screamin' 'bout nothing
Funny, but it's still grunge to me