Vans Song Lyrics & Chords By The Suicide Machines

Well, you're just like a club fag wearing Doc Martens
Get a pair of chukas 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
You think Doc Martens are the coolest invention
Since someone sliced a loaf of bread in someone else's kitchen
The 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 chuka boots and a smelly old pair of socks
If you want to wear them you don't have to ride a skateboard
You can even wear them 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
No friends
I don't wanna hear about alternative footwear
And I don't wanna hear about your new hair-do
I don't give a shit about you stupid motherfuckers
'Cause I just wanna get a pair of olive green chukas!
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 chuka 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 chuka boots and a smelly old pair of socks