Tekst:
Screeching Weasel Beat Is On The Brat

you can, well, come on man I was a Green Beret in Vietnam I said no more of your fairy stories 'Cause I got my other worries 53rd and 3rd Standin' on

Beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat Beat on the brat Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh What can you do With a brat like that always on

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, well, well, well Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, well, well, well Sitting here, nothin' to do Sitting here, thinking only of you

My head is much better now, And I'm not walking into doors. I don't eat my vegetables now, Because I don't care anymore. Don't read the Courier now,

I don't wanna walk around with you I don't wanna walk around with you I don't wanna walk around with you So why you wanna walk around with me I don

Jackie is a punk, Judy is a runt They both went down to Berlin Joined the Ice Capades And oh I don't know why Oh I don't know why Perhaps they'll die

Next time I'll listen to my heart Next time, well I'll be smart That girl could still be mine But I'm tired of the hurt Tired of tryin' I'm tired

Pretty girls oh oh yeah see them walking down pretty street Pretty girls pretty girls pretty girls pretty girls But you know pretty girls oh oh yeah never

I'm a shock trooper in a stupor I'm a Nazi schatze Yes I am Y'know I fight for fatherland Little German boy Being pushed around Little German