Track 4 of the EP Grind Rails and Grape Soda · 2011
Free Refill Champions
“Four people, one booth, endless refills. We still think of this one as our team anthem.”
punk · skate punk · diner punk · 2:27
Lyrics
Two a.m. at the corner diner Four of us squeezed in one tight booth Pockets empty, nothing finer Than the waitress with a wink and the truth She says the soda's free for the refill So we raise our cups to the neon light We got nothing but we've got the thrill And a bottomless glass of fizz tonight We are the free refill champions Fill it up, fill it up again We are the free refill champions Nothing in the pocket, everything to win Hey! Hey! One more round We're the kings of the cheap-seat crown Fries are cold but the fries are shared Jukebox plays a song that we know Somebody's hand on a shoulder, somebody cared Sugar and loud and a late-night glow We are the free refill champions Fill it up, fill it up again We are the free refill champions Nothing in the pocket, everything to win Hey! Hey! One more round We're the kings of the cheap-seat crown Stop! Count the coins Stop! Not enough Go! Raise the cups We've got all the stuff We are the free refill champions Fill it up, fill it up again We are the free refill champions Nothing in the pocket, everything to win Hey! Hey! One more round We're the kings of the cheap-seat crown Free refill champions Hey!