The Vans Song lyrics

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
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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

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