The eastern US it is explodin',
perverts flarin', woodies load-in',
you're old enough to thrill but not for bone'in',
you don't believe you're gay, what's that ass you're grope'in'?
and even the Potomic river has condoms floatin',
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe I'm on my eve of destruction.

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you grope the Page that I'm feeling today?
If the butt is pushed on, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with them all turning gay,
take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe I'm on my eve of destruction.


Yeah, my blood's so scared, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just constipated',
I can twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
with a handful of Senators engaged'n masturbation,
and marches alone can't bring cohabitation,
when human respect is disintegratin',
this whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe I'm on my eve of destruction.

Think of all the ass there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Palm Springs Junior High!
Ah, you may leave here, to troll on myspace,
but when you return, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the bones, the pelvis in my face,
you can bury your meat, but don't leave a trace,
do your Page on the floor, but don't forget to say grace,
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe I'm on my eve of destruction.