| It’s one thing to know it but another to admit
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| We’re the worst band in the world
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| But we don’t give a…
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| If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the drums
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| Then we’d be nothing more than a bunch of darma bums
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| So tune up, tune up Well we’ve never done a days work in our life
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| And our records sell in zillions
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| It irrigates my heart with greed
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| To know that you adore me Up yours, up mine
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| But up everybody’s that takes time —
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| But we’re working on it Working on it (Ooh)
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| We never seen the van — leave it to the roadies —
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| Never met the roadies — leave them in the van
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| All because of circumstances way beyond control
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| We became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, ooh
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| Here I am a record on a jukebox
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| A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh
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| Play me Buy me and you play me then my plastic turns to gold
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| Here we are together on your hi fi
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| A little piece of plastic with a hole, oh Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me… |