It's 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 everybody's that takes time -

But we're working on it

Working on it (Ooh)

We 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, ooh

Here I am a record on a jukebox

A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh

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, oh

Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me