We're not the Titanics, and we're not the Voodoo Dolls
We're not Bullet LaVolta, and we ain't the 8 Balls
We're not as famous as the Two Saints or the Bags
Oh hey, we may be the Queers, but we ain't no fags
I keep hoping you'll wake up, ya losers
Use what's left of your brain
You don't have to tell me how great you are
You stupid, stupid, stupid kid
You junk freak
Yeah, junk freak
Yeah, junk freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah, junk freak
This guitar wasn't paid for by my mom and my dad
I'm not a college boy in a band, pretending I'm bad
See I'm a loser, an idiot, and a bonehead just like you
In my punk rock band thinking I'm so cool
I keep hoping you'll wake up, ya losers
Use what's left of your brain
You don't have to tell me how great you are
You stupid, stupid, stupid kid
You junk freak
Yeah, junk freak
Yeah, junk freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah, junk freak
My girlfriend's never satisfied no matter what I do
Well, listen baby, I'm not too impressed with you
We're not as famous as the Lemonheads or Gang Green
We are the Queers, and my name's Joe King
I keep hoping you'll wake up, ya losers
Use what's left of your brain
You don't have to tell me how great you are
You stupid, stupid, stupid kid
You junk freak
Yeah, junk freak
Yeah, yeah, junk freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah, junk freak
You junk freak [x3]
Junk freak