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Never made it in the punk rock crowd, I

Beep-booped just a little too loud, I

Pet Semetary can’t keep me down now

Hey Mr. sound guy, just make me loud guy

Google search, you can find me on a mission

With a stacked backpack full of wack ambition, now

The whole planet is my brand new kitchen, I’m

Mixing up fixings like it’s Sunday dinner now

Soak it all in, but remember

A true butterfly knows that he come from a caterpillar

Let the fruit show where the root comes from

Some people earn wings, some find 'em in a trust fund

Old songs in a new key

Green Day sold a whole lotta Dookie

Got to switch up my routine

Nom-nom, me want a whole lotta cookie

Smash button, feel the game over

It’s a lotta hard work staying woke, staying sober

If you can’t take the loss don’t lean for the kiss

Lot about living in a band van that I don’t miss

Put a fist through a rich kid’s mouth

Played a lotta rock shows nobody gave a shit about

Coulda took state, but the team backed out

Y’all hated on our tracks, don’t act like you miss 'em now

Old songs in a new key

Green Day sold a whole lotta Dookie

Got to switch up my routine

Nom-nom, me want a whole lotta cookie

Take the good with the bad times

Take struggle like a vitamin

Sad times, invite 'em in

When the stress test puts pressure on your purse, know a

Paycheck ain’t a measure of your worth, son

Let the love run through ya

Let your complicated past make a path to your future

You can find joy if you know where to look

Some people hide it down in another dumb hook, like

Old songs in a new key

Green Day sold a whole lotta Dookie

Got to switch up my routine

Nom-nom, me want a whole lotta cookie

Old songs in a new key

Green Day sold a whole lotta Dookie

Got to switch up my routine

Nom-nom, me want a whole lotta cookie