Same people, same looks, same stares, same faces Same buildings, same streets, same cars, same places Same teachers, same bosses, same work, same shit Same rules, same limits, same sky, that's it I need to get away My brain's clenched like a fist I need to run, I need to shout I want to skank, skank, skank to this
chorus: Skank, skank to this...
The sky's falling down, inflation is a rising Death and doom lie just on the horizon Generation X is called a sour lot Attention spans are short and, uh, I forgot Shit mucks up our food, pollution clogs the air There's too many people and no room to spare But don't get scared, don't be pissed Just skank, skank, skank to this
I think I want to see you bounce... Bounce, bounce, bounce around Everybody in the house be shaking the ground Bounce, bounce, bounce around The Jesters are here to get on down
Well there comes a time when you've got to say, "Fuck it" I've got to go live or I'll kick the bucket At times like these you need to unwind And go chill out with some of your own kind Hang with a rude boy, romance a rude girl Paint the town red, yeah give it a big whirl Get moving now, it's a chance you can't miss Just skank, skank, skank to this