(I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs)
Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton
and Motley Crue
And anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes
of fame to realize their true dreams of being an
absolute jerk off, just to keep the masses entertained
This goes out to learning from the mistakes of others

Bring it on now
Come on
I said come on
I said come on

[Verse 1]
They call me a jerk, once they get to know me
But they don't stop calling, they read me well
It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy
Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell
Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked
God please help, too much grim to look at
Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?"
Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle
Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model
Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard
I was headed to the El Rey to slap a security guard

Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant
As American as apple pie and embarrassment
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace
Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent
Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace

[Verse 2]
The liquor gets hold of the head liver's soul
Blurry on Sixth Street and Red River Road
Last thing I remember was the Ogden Theatre
Backstage bathroom making out with all three of ya
Kicked out of Topcats... for where I put the vomit at
Finally passed out in a laundry mat
Malnourished and topless, slurring and obnoxious
Like, "Yo, we got this!"
The Zodiac Killers 'bout to rock this
At the Great American Music Hall, pissin on the box office
Pick apart the detail, alcohol and females
All around the world same song
Houseton and Ludlow, Maxfish, Vampire
You poor the beer and I'll bring the satire
No prob, I'll play the part of doorknob and make it look
so good you're gonna wish that it was your job


[Verse 3]
It's all about the hangovers, and late checkouts
Maid banging on the door like, "Wake up! Get Out!"
But Come on mami, y'all probably don't want me comin'
out like a Zombie brushing teeth in the lobby
This is a career, not a hobby
Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see
Hey paparazzi, don't you wanna watch me quote the
Fonzi and then crash his Mazaradi?
Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, blue blockers
Feeding checked in to a room full of teenie boppers
Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor
Let's debate whether or not we should punch the waiter
I'm just kidding, let's love each other
It goes lick, swallow, suck, and order another
Do what you like, don't nobody care
It's a sign of success only in America


(Chorus End): [4x]
I didn't cooome to start no trouble or hurt no one
I'm just heeere to get drunk, party, and have some fun

Lyrics submitted by Chip Spitz

National Disgrace song meanings
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    My InterpretationThe sad thing is that nowadays, this song is nothing but true. Especially going on the first piece before he starts rapping, "and anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes of fame to realize their dreams of being a true jerkoff." Nobody seems to care about anything anymore besides making money. The point of life isn't to become rich, there're other ways to be successful other than just material values. Mainly just getting out there, trying to see the best in things (which, admittedly, is getting harder and harder to do), and simply having fun!

    Look, ma! Another national disgrace.
    MajorDisheson March 12, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commentno comments? This song is awesome. Took me awhile to like the whistling, but it's got some great lyrics.. I'm surprised nobody has comments..
    HeyPetrayon January 13, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti hear you no one ever comments
    its a good song so poeple make a discution about it dammit
    niemannboyon July 21, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commentabout the corruption of corporate america?

    i think so..

    i like the whistling, kickin' cool beat.
    DuTcHoVeNon May 12, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commentappears to me he's got a problem with the consumer culture of america. also throws in some stuff about his love of booze which seems to be common in lots of atmosphere songs.....great lyrics, killer beat...fantastic song
    csquared17on May 31, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI'm pretty sure it's supposed to be
    "who needs to make records when there's SEATS to sell..."
    Elphie04on June 15, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commentbasically, get famous and become a drunken bastard. Awe! the high life.
    rmjoh992on August 10, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI believe its about yes, artist who get famous and turn into pricks, but more of how we worship them for doing the stupid shit they do. Watch the music video, its a homeless person being chased around by paparazzi and his face is on the front of the paper, saying "role model". Decipher that meaning your selves its very obvious.
    suaveman12on July 03, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General CommentKick ass song.
    leafsmack0on August 26, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commentfuck! this song is so fuckin cool. I love almost every line, but the one that stands out the most to me is when the music sorta comes to an end and he says -
    'Do what you like, don't nobody care
    It's a sign of success only in America'
    than the beat the beat kicks back in. FUCKIN AWESOME BEAT. AND GREAT LYRICS
    LevitySnareon June 11, 2010   Link

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