Hey, man you talkin’ back to me
Take him out
You gotta keep’em separated
Hey, man you disrespecting me
Take him out
You gotta keep’em separated
Hey, they don’t pay no mind
If you’re under 18 you won’t be doing any time
Hey, come out and play
Come Out and Play, Offspring
Man, I must have sung those lyrics 500 times. In the last cover band I was in (The Free Range Chickens) we did that song starting some time in late ’95 I think. I must say, it remained a set-closer and a crowd favorite the whole time I was in the band (up until last year when we moved to San Diego).