Pictures are worth 900 words Words are worth even more I've heard But nothing's worth more than the Tim face Who needs a car or a cell phone The city bus will always get you home Who really wants to drive in L.A. anyway We've all been spoiled by Rancid, Never taken Op Ivy for granted We've all been Transplanted too I don't even know where I would be If your tunes weren't a part of me Now this my gift to you For all you've inspired me to do This is a punk rock birthday song Music gives us a place where we belong Life's a chorus that we should sing along Happy birthday Tim Armstrong You don't even know the hope you give kids All the punks, all the skins, and misfits From Granada, Minnesota to the alleys of LA You need to hear the good you've done I'm sure you hear it from everyone Now this my chance for you to hear it from me You gave John and I a home Now we'll never be alone This is a story that I can tell Thanks to Nicole and Tinkerbell