How Punks say “Hi” and “Die”
My fiancé just returned from a business trip to Boston. She had a miserable time and complained about shady cab drivers and pushy food vendors. Unfortunately, that’s part of East Coast charm. Attitude and Edge, and I’m cool with that. We have more than our fair share of douche baggery here on the West Coast, especially in Los Angeles, so whatever. If you live in a big city, that’s life – traffic, smog, pushy people, jerk-offs and general ass hattery.
My point? I couldn’t help but think of a cute little number from the Bouncing Souls in which the chorus serves as a punk rock salutation for “Hey brother, what’s up!” or “Hey bitch, choke on a fat one and die.” Which one am I referring to? I’ll let you decide. Either way, East Coast… I salute you.
Bouncing Souls – East Coast Fuck You!
East Coast! Fuck You!
East Coast! Fuck You!
East Coast! Fuck You!
E – A – S – T
You may say we’re weather martyr’s
But snow and ice makes us rock harder
Punkers should be pale and pasty
The pizza here is fierce and tasty
East Coast! Fuck You!
East Coast! Fuck You!
East Coast! Fuck You!
NYC, Boston, DC, Philly, Jersey
We go out west and play some shows
Then we know it’s time to go
Pack the truck and drive on back
New York’s better and that’s a fact
East Coast! Fuck You!
East Coast! Fuck You!
East Coast! Fuck You!
Ha what a great song!