We’re at it again. We’re at it again. You might as well corral us ’cause we’re at it again!

Since Marcos has come back to town things haven’t been the same:
the bars have closed at half past four and everyone knows our names.
We’ve become identified as infants terrible
which is really weird because we know that we don’t smell.

We’re at it again. We’re at it again. The people have it in for us; we’re at it again.

The team’s not been together since nineteen ninety nine.
And maybe not even then, since Stevie’d sworn off wine.
It’s probably not been really real since back in ninety six,
so man, we are so really glad that Steve’s back from the sticks.

We’re at it again. We’re at it again. You better call it in, Danny, we’re at it again.

Stevie’s on the pedals. Marcos’ on the bass!
Billy’s in the corner and Frank is still our ace.
Don’t have to tell you the rest of the positions,
coz all of them will be decided by sortition

We’re at it again. We’re at it again. Pray to hell and heaven we’re not at it again!