Poor, Poor Jimmy

We tuned in our satellite radio and headed out for a long ride

No more Mark Perento taking us home on the afternoon drive

There once was a time they played music (remember that?) on the old radio

When you woke up in the morning it was tuned to The Big Mattress Show

And we all seemed to know one another (sometimes)

We all shared that special bond

Was the love of the underground music that made us feel like we belonged

Poor poor Jimmy

Why did you sell The Rat?

Poor poor Jimmy

Must be hard looking back

So now when I go down to Kenmore there's no chance that I'll see Bud White

All the jocks are still hanging out but with no punk rockers to fight (ahh fuck you)

Now it's hard to find that old music and these new bands might put us to shame

We never had to worry about our image because we always had a place to play

Poor poor Jimmy

Why did you sell The Rat?

Poor poor Jimmy

Must be hard looking back

On all those years and all the fans

And all the friends we thought we met

In that old shit-hole (man did it stink)

But it was our favorite place to drink

And lose our minds

And pick up chicks

And be punk rockers (at least for the weekend)

No one was real, we all were faking it!

Poor poor Jimmy

Why did you sell The Rat?

Poor poor Jimmy

Must be hard looking back

Poor poor Jimmy

Why did you sell The Rat?

Poor poor Jimmy

Why did you sell out like that?

Thanks for the memories Mr. Butch