Jeff Wears Birkenstocks

Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit Don't wanna hear no hippy shit Don't tell me I've closed in my mind Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig Don't wanna spend the day naked Don't like my music country fried He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt Wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes Fat Mike, I gotta let you know It's not the tunes, it's their live show And all the people you get to meet Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs Stinky people give you hugs Walk around in your bare feet He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt Wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes Shoes, shoes, shoes, shoes Jeff don't wear regular shoes