Beer, boards and the crew Songtext / Lyric

Grab the beer, grab the board, grab the crew
The three things that you must do
Stuck in class, won't pass the test, if you ask who invaded France
A smart ass crack I would say George Bush
But when my minds not on the test, I'm looking forward to the weekend
The facts of life can be summed up in three words
Dragged to the mall by the girlfriend, she wants the diamond pear neck less
And she won't listen when you tell her no
She goes into a hissy fit and I'm just thinking "fuck that shit!"
Anna Nicole can find her own way home
I'm staying true to my roots
I value friends more than you
And if you think I don't give a shit
You're a... fucking! worthless! bitch!