Punk rock is like a giant 'fuck you' screamed out into space. If someone hears it, cool. If not, it was probably deserved and/or fun which made it worth doing anyway.
Back in 1992 when this was first released, we as a country were mired in the muck of the JCPenney 'grunge revolution.' A farce of revolt so disgustingly contrived that its own poster boy blew his face off after the heroin could no longer contain the depression.
All the respectable bands were resigned to staying underground and unnoticed, continuing to make good music that would never achieve commercial success. But I don't think anything could have been more punk rock than making a joke of the joke, then appending it with a joke about your joke and releasing it to the masses who would never be able to hear it in mass form. That's a triple 'fuck you,' my friends.
The lyrics - and inserted lack thereof - are perfect on almost every level. But where they really succeeded was making a song that actually sounded like NOFX, but was catchy and poppy. One of the reasons they were able to achieve such a feat was the then-recent addition of El Hefe to the group. If you check the band's talent-required guitar work from the three albums previous to
White Trash, Two Heebs and a Bean, you won't have much research to do.
Most importantly, it's a song that will never not apply to our society. Pop music will never go away, no matter how much we want it to. So we will always need a clever anti-pop anthem to prove to the masses that any idiot with enough brainpower to follow an instruction sheet can write that drivel.
Oh, and +10 points by proxy for it's apropos appearance in one of the best-worst movies ever:
The Chase.
