Vans Song Songtext
von The Suicide Machines

Well, you′re just like a club fag wearing Doc Martens
Get a pair of Chukkas or some checkerboard slip-ons
Worship Jeff Spicoli, not Chris Cornell
Get a pair of Vans or God will send you to Hell
To Hell (to Hell)
To Hell

Well, you think Doc Martens are the coolest invention
Since someone sliced a loaf of bread in someone else's kitchen
Plain truth is that you just plain suck
So why should I tell you not to waste a hundred bucks?

Vans in my head
Vans on my feet
My sole is on the ground when I′m walking down the street (2-3-4)
Don't wear no Doc Martens
Can't wear no Birkenstocks
Just a crummy old pair of Chukka boots
And a smelly old pair of socks


Well, if you want to wear ′em you don′t have to ride a skateboard
You can even wear 'em with a pair of old cords
Someone′ll probably tell you that they're not in trend
Just tell them that′s the reason why
you don't have any friends (pick it up, pick it up)
No friends (no friends)
No friends

I don′t wanna hear about alternative footwear
I don't wanna hear about your new hairdo
See, I don't give a shit about you stupid motherfuckers
′Cause I just wanna get a pair of olive green Chukkas

Vans in my head
Vans on my feet
My sole is on the ground when I′m walking down the street (2-3-4)
Don't wear no Doc Martens
Can′t wear no Birkenstocks
Just a crummy old pair of Chukka boots
And a smelly old pair of socks

Vans in my head
Vans on my feet
My sole is on the ground when I'm walking down the street (2-3-4)
Don′t wear no Doc Martens
Can't wear no Birkenstocks
Just a crummy old pair of Chukka boots
And a smelly old pair of socks