Load the Beer buster in the trucknWe're going camping don't give a fucknAbout the wildlife or the treesnFuck the birds and fuck the beesnGot a chainsaw to blaze the trailnDDT to keep the bugs awaynM-16's for hunting deernAnd a keg of Bud, the king of beersnn[Chorus:]nPunk rock party in the great outdoorsnLots of beer & drugs & whoresnNothing could be more hard-corenThan camping with the Quincy PunxnnDiesel generator in the campnTo run the stage lights and the ampsnPlus bug zapper neon lightsnAnd groupie sluts in fishnet tightsnA gallon of gas to start the firenIt'll be some chipmunks funeral pyrenWe'll shoot ones with our BB gunsnAnd chop em up just for funnn[Repeat Chorus]nnThe campsites full of broken glassnIf the rangers come we'll kick their assnOur six-pack holders drown the ducksnBut who really gives a fucknAt dawn we've left a blackened craternWe're leaving now but we'll be back laternTo add to the pile of beer soaked trashnAnd burn more trees down to ashnn[Chorus 2]nIts a wasteland kind of scenenTree-huggers think we're really meannNothing could be more obscenenThan camping with the Quincy Punx