Tight Wad Hill
Green Day
Letra

Cheapskate on the hill

A thrill seeker making deals

Sugar city urchin wasting time

Town of lunatics

Begging for another fix

Turning tricks for speed balls

One more night

Making your rounds once again

Turning up empty handed

Bumming a ride

Burning daylight

Last up at dawn... tight wad hill

Drugstore hooligan

Another white trash mannequin

On display to rot up on the hill

Living out a lie

But having the time of his life

Hating every minute of his existence