It all seemed like a good idea in theory But it turned into such a mess How could a plan like this come to such an end: The Creekans staving off distress? We came here with great elation We were giddy with anticipation But the buck stopped here And so did our quest Chorus: (Nine too many last night Lodoga '99 (With my) head out the window I feel just fine Long road ahead Longer road behind Mister Makavelli: Soccer '99.) Out of the van, out of our cars We stepped into the mid-day heat To be greeted by some jonsing a**holes Who called us names I care not to repeat They kicked dust and cussed, they put a dent in our bus Wanted to stomp my face, and kick us outta this place We tucked our tails, to play another day, and beat a hasty retreat (chorus) OI! You Stupid Creekans! We're gonna shoot you in your four-eyed poser yuppie f*ggot face Cuz you don't know the true meaning of PUNK ROCK! Makavelli Soccer '99 Mona Lisa Soccer '99 Linguisi Soccer '99 Kielbasa Soccer '99 You Soccer '99 Me Soccer '99 (chorus) Soccer '99