from the album, 100 Year Picnic -- As Tall As The Sky
Copyright ©2001 Jeff Greeneberg

Lyrics
Hoppin’ around every place in town, tryin’ to buy some booze
Sixteen years and a full-grown beard and nothin’ much to lose

We’ve got nothin’ better to do than throw our empty cans at 

You will find a big surprise, something to come home to
And you’ll see i’m not the only one that hasn’t got a clue

We’ve got nothin’ better to do than trash your house and swear at

You can call my mother, see what she’ll do
But you’ll never catch this crazy fool

And you may find some peace of mind if you ever do
So you can just sit back and have a beer, ‘cause i’m just messin’ with you

We’ve got nothin’ better to do than throw our empty cans at you
We’ve got nothin’ better to do than trash your house and swear at you

Musicians
Dean Carlson: Acoustic guitar
Rob (Fish) Carpenter: Rhythm guitar
Jeff Greeneberg: Vocals, acoustic guitar, brushes
James McManus: Bass
Eric Nelson: Wurlitzer and hammond
Tony SanFilippo: Drums and cymbals