Let me introduce you to our dumb little band you might find it hard to understand-- we've got a show even though we know no one's gonna go we'll crank our second-hand Marshall Stacks' dumb little knobs we're paying for them with our dumb little jobs the guy at the bar says he thinks we're okay we kind of remind him of Green Day but it's a dumb little band and there's not much to say maybe we'll see you when we play in some big empty room one day we do a record every year that nobody's gonna hear or understand -- a dumb little band.



Every year we self destruct a bit we break up when the drummer quits we talk him into doing one more show and them the bass-player quits and we break up again we don't know how to be regular guys or what to do with our dumb little lives we don't have anything to prove we'll be in trouble if we ever do cause it's a dumb little band but we travel through the land we unpack all our stuff from our dumb little van we play some songs and then we pack it up again hand in hand -- a dumb little band not exactly in demand. Our friends are all busy with their own affairs becoming punk rock millionaires they're taping their live album at the Hollywood Bowl we're taping our flyers to the telephone pole it's a dumb little band and nobody knows why we keep having shows even though nobody goes we keep rolling along playing our dumb little songs hand in hand -- a dumb little band...