Load the Beerbuster in the truck
We're going camping don't give a f**
About the wildlife or the trees
f** the birds and f** the bees
Got a chainsaw to blaze the trail
DDT to keep the bugs away
M-16's for hunting deer
And a keg of Bud, the king of beers
[Chorus:]
Punk rock party in the great outdoors
Lots of beer & d** & who*es
Nothing could be more hard-core
Than camping with the Quincy Punx
Diesel generator in the camp
To run the stage lights and the amps
Plus bug zapper neon lights
And groupie s*uts in fishnet tights
A gallon of gas to start the fire
It'll be some chipmunks funeral pyre
We'll shoot ones with our BB guns
And chop em up just for fun
[Repeat Chorus]
The campsites full of broken gla**
If the rangers come we'll kick their a**
Our six-pack holders drown the ducks
But who really gives a f**
At dawn we've left a blackened crater
We're leaving now but we'll be back later
To add to the pile of beer soaked trash
And burn more trees down to ash
[Chorus 2]
Its a wasteland kind of scene
Tree-huggers think we're really mean
Nothing could be more obscene
Than camping with the Quincy Punx