We're the oozing sore, festering on the skin of modern music

Pulsing, pushing, and peeing on the little guys

who write songs about fairies and dwarfs and castles.

Prancing around in spandex and bangles



We wish, we pray, someday it'll pay

to be in this god awful band.



Sometimes I wake up, as if Im dreaming

And I cant understand why Chuck is still screaming.

No we wont do it your wayno, no, we will not

says the band, says to Chuck, who gets angry and hot



Youre all fired, I say, you are fired today

Go ahead, We dont care. Do you hear what we say?

Put down that bong and pick up your stuff, or Ill throw it in the street

We never expected it would end like this, Oh WellLets go Eat



So they left in a hurry, a tizzy, a tuff.

Grumbling to themselves Christ, weve all had enough

Lets go to El Merandero Which one, Number One or Number Two?

And as they left, they all cried boo hoo, boo hoo.