It was 1983 When Eric Melvin called He heard that I played bass in False Alarm He asked me if I wanted to start a punk band I said "fuck yeah!" And we saw Code of Honor And since then, we've been brothers I met Smelly In East Hollywood He didn't know me But liked my Black Flag skateboard I liked his two piece Tama drumhead drumset That was a night I won't forget The night we became NOFX To survive we bought and sold And did so many drugs And made so many bad Decisions and recordings We never had a chance, until we got A Mexican-American A stolen phone card A van to tour the country Playin' backyards Maybe we'd even get paid But we know in our hearts From that very first day We would always do it our way Everyone would shoot us down Shoot us up Said our sound was much too like RKL We could never sell out a garage Or basement, self-effacement Is the only thing we had That didn't really suck To show our gratitude This song is for all of you Don't let that shit stop Stop friendship Put all your trust And for all the older punk bands Who proved punk will never die And showed us how we could be DIY There's not enough words to show our appreciation If it wasn't for you We couldn't have done it our way Since 1983 Till this final show We want you all to know That we mean what we say So stop assumin' There's gonna be a reunion This is the last time NOFX will ever play Don't feel bad Have the best time you've ever had So give three cheers And one hip hip hooray (hip hip hooray!) If it wasn't for all of you We couldn't Have done it our way