Sweet greasy hair and sweet grimy clothes   it was the year punk broke   in the year of our lord grunge   yeah yeah yeah no no no no no   yeah yeah yeah no no no no no   out on the west coast   Black Sabbath, Black Flag; meet the Beatles   it was the Seattle sound that made me proud   in the year of our lord grunge   yeah yeah yeah no no no no no   yeah yeah yeah no no no no no   smashing our instruments à la the who   diggin' on Keith Moon   and the voice of John Lennon   lumberjack rock star   jaggin' in the audience's mouth   it was the year punk broke   in the year of our lord grunge   yeah yeah yeah no no no no no   yeah yeah yeah no no no no no   no no no no no no no no no no