The Vans Song Lyrics - Destruction By Definition - The Suicide Machines

Well, you're just like a club fag, wearing Doc Martens 

Get a pair of chukka's 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, to hell 

Well you think Doc Martens are the coolest invention 

Since someone sliced a loaf of bread in someone else's kitchen 

The plain truth this 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 

Two, three, four 

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 

Well 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', no friends' 

Now I don't wanna hear about alternative footwear 

And I don't wanna hear about your new hair-do 

See, I don't give a shit about you stupid motherfuckers 

'Cause I just wanna get a pair of olive green Chuka's 

Vans in my head, vans on my feet 

My sole is on the ground when I'm walking down the street 

Two, three, four 

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 

Two, three, four 

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