Not so much a lyric but the entire song

Together on the sand,
We walked hand in hand
On the beachfront, she smiled at me
As she tightly held my hand
I had my finger up her…
Country music played on the radio
So I turned it off and we walked down
To the water, as she grabbed on to my honker
A wave swept us away

A loooooong time favorite

My favorite lyrics, from Separation of Church and Skate.

I want conflict, I want dissent, I want the scene to represent,
Our hatred of authority, our fight against complacency.
Stop singing songs about girls and love. You killed the owl, you freed the dove.
Confrontation and politics, replaced with harmonies and shticks.
When did punk rock become so tame? These fucking bands all sound the same.
We want our fights, we want our thugs, we want our burns, we want our drugs.
Where is the violent apathy? These fucking records are rated G.
When did punk rock become so safe?

Hot dog in a hallway.

By “absolute favorite” you mean “a bunch because I caaaaaan’t chooooose,” right?

From “Bob”

He got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter

From “Please Play This Song On The Radio”

And it takes a little pause
Just before I sing the F word

And from “Theme From A NOFX Album”

That’s Melvin on six-string
Some tell me I can’t sing
Oh I think you can, just don’t do it around me

Dont Call Me White

dont call_ me white

Not necessarily my favorite lyrics, but every time I travel down Beverly near La Brea their song “The Brews” pops into my head when I see groups of Hasidic men walking to synagogue:

“Friday night we’ll be drinking Manishevitz
Going out to terrorize Goyem
Stomping shagitz, screwing shicksas
As long as we’re home by Saturday morning

Cause hey, we’re the Brews
Sporting anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we’re the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois

Orthopedic, Dr. Martins good for
Waffle making, kicking through the shin
Reputation, gained through intimidation
Pacifism no longer tradition

Cause hey we’re the Brews
Sporting anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we’re the Brews
The Fairfax ghetto boys skinhead Hebrews

We got the might, psycho mashuganas
We can’t lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
Chutspah driven, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, we’ll separate our milk plates from our meat

We’re the Brews
Sporting anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we’re the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois”

some decline lyrics:
I wish I had a schilling.. For every senseless killing
I’d buy a government..
America’s for sale..
And you can get a good deal on it.. And make a healthy profit

I’ve got no problems…….. Sike!

+++++++++++++++++++++

Serotonin’s gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear

Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head

++++++++++++++++++++

Represents everything I hate,
The soap shoved in your mouth to cleanse the mind
The vast majority of sheep
A buttoned collar, starched and bleached
Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
They’re so fuckin’ ordinary white

NOFX is constantly self referential – but nothing tops “Please play this song on the radio” which is basically NOFX explaining to a DJ why the song your hearing should be on the radio. It’s like the 8 1/2 of music!

————————————————-
We wrote this song, it’s not too short, not too long
It’s got back-up vocals in just the right places (just the right places)
It’s got a few oohs and ahhs (oooh aaah)
And it takes a little pause
Just before I sing the F word

Please play this song on the radio

Almost every line is sung on time
Almost every verse ends in a rhyme
The only problem we had was writing enough words
(oooh aaah)
But that’s okay, because the chorus is
Coming up again now

Please play this song on the radio
Please play this song on the radio

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Then the song ends – this is the ‘little pause’ before the f word. Just when you think the song is over, it starts back up again —————–

Right about this time
Some shit head will be drawin a fat fuckin’ line
Over the title on the back sleeve
What an asshole!
So Mr. DJ I hope you’ve already made your segway
Or the FCC is gonna take a shit right on your head

Can’t play this song on the radio (can’t play this song)
Can’t play this song on the radio (can’t play this song)
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Seriously lyrical genius, PLUS the song is great

Also if I can double submit, The song “Food, sex & ewe” mentions Zaphod Beeblebrox, preempting Radiohead’s ‘hitchikers guide to the galaxy’ referencing by like 10 years.

“Hollywood is a breeding ground for assholes…”

From San Francisco Fat.

I have loved NOFX since I was 15 years old, so it’s really hard to pick just one, but I think my favorite lyrics are:

Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimmie some bushmills I’ll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We’re over 30 we’re doing just fine