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Ba-da-da-dup, bap-bap-ba-da-dup
Ba-da-da-dup, bap, bap (why, why, why, why?)
Ba-da-da-dup, bap-bap-ba-da-dup

Somethin' I've noticed, crops up from time to time
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Seems most shows set after the end have miles and miles
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Of people wearin' leather all the ti-i-ime (all of the time)
It makes no sense to me, I'll tell you why
Yes, I'm askin' why, why, why, oh why:
Post-apocalypse leather
Don't think that I'll get it ever
Can't feel good on their nethers, ow
Ba-da-da-dup, bap, bap (oh why, why, why, oh why-y?)
Ba-da-da-dup, bap-bap-ba-da-dup

I know when you're tryin' to survive, it's like
Point's not comfort, however
Somethin' more practical than dry cow hide
Somethin' that stretches better
Sick of all the Mad Max rejects 'rou-ou-ound (they're all around)
Aren't we beyond Thunderdome by now? All 'round this town, tell me why, why
Post-apocalypse leather
Not quite suited for the weather
It's quite the sweat-collecter

Post-apocalypse leather
Like some punk-rock get-together
Do-do, do-do-do-do-do, do-do
To me it just seems crazy
And a tiny bit lazy
All this aesthetic-sharin', wow
Post-nuke world's full of punk jerks
Mohawks and tons of leather
Real tough men, so no pleather no-o-ow
Ba-da-da-dup, bap, bap (oh why, why, why, why, why-y?)
Ba-da-da-dup, bap-bap-ba-da-dup

It gets repetitive, so I feel it's lame, so why
Does ev'ryone wear leather?
Hope someone 'round here knows how to bathe, oh my
Don't think they change clothes ever
I know it's an odd priority-y-y (odd priority)
To critique the fashion post-World War Three
Oh why, why, why, why, why, why
Post-apocalypse leather
So tight that it just might sever
Your limbs and your poor nethers, o-o-ow
Ba-da-da-dup, bap, bap (oh why, why, why, why, why-y?)
Post-apocalypse leather
It's so damn squeaky, sure they can do better, just why (ba-da-da-dup, bap, bap)
Post-apocalypse leather
I prefer ma-aterials that breathe just fi-ine (ba-da-da-dup, bap, bap)
Post-apocalypse leather
In ev'rythin', it gets so friggin' samey, so why-y (ba-da-da-dup, bap, bap)
Post-apocalypse leather
It just seems lazy, oh why, why, why, why, why-y (ba-da-da-dup, bap, bap)
Post-apocalypse leather
All in dead co-ow, not comfy when you dri-ive (ba-da-da-dup, bap, bap)
Post-apocalypse leather