[Intro — distorted guitar count-in, drums crash in] [Verse 1] Drill Instructor taught me early, Long before I knew the name, Every order had a purpose, Every fuck-up had a price to pay. Hardheaded recruits learn quickly, When they're moving way too slow, Sometimes words don't get the message— So experience lets 'em know. Didn't call it FAFO then, Didn't need to spell it out, But every recruit learned sooner or later What fuck around and find out was about. [Pre-Chorus] Some lessons come easy, Some lessons come hard, Some get drilled into memory— Some get written in scars! [Chorus] FAFO! FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT! Push your luck a little further, See what all the fuss is about! Think you're smarter than experience? Go ahead and make that call— FUCK AROUND! FIND OUT! That's the oldest lesson of them all! [Verse 2] Monday started SNAFU— Situation Normal, All Fucked Up! Tuesday turned FUBAR— Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition! Wednesday brought BOHICA— Bend Over, Here It Comes Again! By Thursday nobody wanted To know what Friday fucking meant. Lieutenant had the map laid out, Every checkpoint, every route, Old Sergeant watched the whole thing change— That's what SNAFU's about! [Pre-Chorus] Maps look real pretty, Briefs look real smart, Until reality shows up— AND TEARS THE WHOLE DAMN PLAN APART! [Chorus] FAFO! FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT! Push your luck a little further, See what all the fuss is about! Think you're smarter than experience? Go ahead and make that call— FUCK AROUND! FIND OUT! That's the oldest lesson of them all! [Verse 3] Then there's AWOL— Absent Without Leave. Walking off might sound real clever Till somebody sees that empty seat. SOP— Standard Operating Procedure. Usually written because somebody Already fucked it up before. M.R.E.— Meal, Ready to Eat. “Meal” is sometimes questionable, And “ready” doesn't mean it's sweet. Miss enough chow and that mystery pouch Starts looking pretty fucking good— Funny how your standards change When hunger changes your attitude. [Pre-Chorus] Every acronym's got a story, Every story's got a scar, Somebody learned the lesson first— SO WE WOULDN'T LEARN IT QUITE AS HARD! [Chorus] FAFO! FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT! Push your luck a little further, See what all the fuss is about! Think you're smarter than experience? Go ahead and make that call— FUCK AROUND! FIND OUT! That's the oldest lesson of them all! [Verse 4] Then the uniform comes off someday, But the lesson follows home, Turns out civilians fuck around too— They just use fewer acronyms. Ignore the warning on the dashboard, Ignore the bill until it's late, Tell the wife, “It'll probably be fine”— Congratulations. Tempting fate. Tell the boss exactly what you're thinking, Bet the mortgage on a “sure thing,” There's a thousand different roads in life To the same damn reckoning. Different place and different problem, Same equation every time: FUCK AROUND IS THE QUESTION— FIND OUT IS THE REPLY! [Bridge — driving guitars, no breakdown] Nobody's born with wisdom, Everybody pays some dues, Experience is what you're left with Right after doing something stupid. Some listen to the old guys, Some gotta cross that line— And some dumb motherfucker always says, “WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?” [Final Chorus] FAFO! FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT! No mystery left between us— WE FUCKING SPELLED THE WHOLE THING OUT! Hard heads make for harder days, Sooner or later we all— FUCK AROUND! FIND OUT! That's the oldest lesson of them all! SNAFU! SITUATION NORMAL, ALL FUCKED UP! FUBAR! FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION! BOHICA! BEND OVER, HERE IT COMES AGAIN! And when somebody says, “THAT SHIT WON'T HAPPEN TO ME!” Oh, brother... Here we fucking go again. [Outro — guitars keep driving, drums gradually drop] Listen close. Do your job. Stay humble. Learn from somebody else's mistakes. Or don't. FAFO FUCK AROUND... AND FIND OUT. **[Final chord]**
