Lord Grunge - The Frogs

Sweet greasy hair

And sweet grimy clothes

It was the year punk broke

In the year of our lord grunge

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Out on the West coast

Black Sabbath, Black Flag meet The Beatles

It was the Seattle sound that made me proud

In the year of our lord grunge

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Yeah.

yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Smashing our instruments ala The Who

Digging on Keith Moon

And the voice of John Lennon

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Lumberjack rockstar

Jagging in the audiences mouth

It was the year punk broke

In the year of our lord grunge

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no