You pretentious [bad word] losers
You've got nothing at all
You've got your fingers in your [bad word] 
And your hand on the call
And you talk such [bad word] [bad word] 
That it's hard to believe
That you almost make careers out of being naive

You, you are a [bad word] coz you sold my guitar
You, you are a [bad word]  seeking fortune in bars
You, you are a [bad word]  coz you say such stupid [bad word] 
I've got a better line in pocket lint

Than what you've done with it

So if you are an [bad word] who pretends to be a friend
Then get your [bad word] in music, you'll be set to the end, ending,
And now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper?
Why yes, I have [bad word] a [bad word] happy camper!

I hate your [bad word] faces and your trendy cut hair,
I hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere
Because it's use is just the same as what I [bad word] into the bowl
Just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole

I hate your loser friends who [bad word] out when it's right
I hate that when it's down [bad word] instead of fight
I'm set to think you lot in life to test the stronger ones
Will just require some chicken [bad word] and also sneakers for [bad word] 

I dig it away, the [bad word] you puked instead of swallowed,
In an attempt to try and find the [bad word] instead of the load,
So when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper,
And yes, I will [bad word] a [bad word] happy camper!

Stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane
Wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again

Where the heat [bad word] again, your flaw grows sick,
Your flaw will send, the [bad word] you call your business

To the place that is your end

Stuck in the winter, cold and wet,
Your stupid friends [bad word] and went
And you've left behind your idiot job,
And it's far from a prize, you [bad word] dink

...your'e a [bad word] dink... yeah!
...how's this for punk? dink!!!

...suck my [bad word]  you pathetic excuse for a human being...
You're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've also got a lot
Of balls to [bad word] with someone else's life, you [bad word] pseudo ghetto
boy in the hood middle class white spoiled rotten bored gangsta
Wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck [bad word] #33; thank christ you don't
Have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to
Intimidate others, [bad word] for brains. shut the [bad word] up, and get out of
Your parent's house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake,
Quit being such a [bad word] sheep!!! now grow the [bad word] up!!!... dink.

I let it get me down because you're in it for the glory
And I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a story
And this whole l.a. rock thing

That the malls are buying up
It doesn't work, it doesn't work,
It's so inbred I might throw up...

And now I'm put into the middle

With the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up

Hearing hey, man, punk... let's have more punk!
So here I am to do a favour, save some hassle kiss and tell,
That either way my music's [bad word] and it ain't ever going to sell

So if you've got the gall to take this [bad word] blown up your [bad word] 
And youv'e got the cash and balls to pump the same [bad word] out in mass
Then [bad word]  I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamper
I'll sit and write you songs and be a [bad word] happy camper.

Yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk
The smaller points so I can give it all and save you work
You say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper...
Well then, [bad word] 
...I guess I am a [bad word] 
...happy
.. [bad word] 
...camper.