Its one thing to know it but
Another to admit
We're the worst band in the world
But we don't give a...
If Garbo played guitar with
Valentino on the drums
Then we'd be nothing more
Than a bunch of darma bums
So tune up
Tune up
Well we've never done a days work in our life
And our records sell in zillions
It irrigates my heart with greed
To know that you adore me
Up yours, up mine -
But up everybodys that takes time -
But we're working on it
Working on it
We've never seen the van
- leave it to the roadies
Never met the roadies
- leave them in the van.
All because of circumstances
Way beyond control
We became the darlings of
This thing called rock and roll
Here I am a record on a juke box
A little piece of plastic with a hole
Play me
Buy me and you play me
Then my plastic turns to gold
Here we are together on your hi fi
A little piece of plastic with a hole
Fade me
Fade me
Fade me. |