Huh, Get a job, what for, I'm trying to think 
I was good, I could talk 
A mile a minute, 
On this caffeine buzz I was on 
We were really hummin' 
We would talk every day for hours 
We belong to the deadbeat club 
Anyway we can, 
We're gonna find something 
We'll dance in the garden 
In torn sheets in the rain 
 
We're the deadbeat club 
We're the deadbeat club 
 
Going down to Allen's for 
A twenty-five cent beer 
And the jukebox playing real loud, 
"Ninety-six tears" 
We're wild girls walkin' down the street 
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time 
 
Let's go crash that party down 
In Normaltown tonight 
Then we'll go skinny-dippin' 
In the moonlight 
We're wild girls walkin' down the street 
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time 
 
Anyway we can 
We're gonna find something 
We'll dance in the garden 
In torn sheets in the rain 
 
Chorus 
 
Oh no! Here they come 
The members of the deadbeat club