Låttexter: NOFX. Ribbed. The Moron Brothers.

Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They're idiots, losers, they're scum
Taking advantage of everyone, you're a dog, they're your fleas
Doing everything they can to spread disease

Take your beer, take your drugs
Leave with you microscopic bugs
Their company is something you won't miss
Your ice trays are filled with piss

They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others
They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others
They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
They'll leach, they'll latch, they itch, you can't scratch

They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed
Tabasco's in your mouth, mustard up your nose
Your head is shaved, think the worst has passed
Try to move your leg, put you in a cast, yeah

They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others
They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others
They may not go down in history but they'll go down on your sisters
And your mama and your father, oh
Gonna hung with him