| Let me introduce you to our dumb little band
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| You might find it hard to understand
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| We’ve got a show even though
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| We know no one’s gonna go
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| We’ll crank our second-hand Marshall with it’s dumb little knobs
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| We’re paying for them with our dumb little jobs
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| The guy at the bar says he thinks we’re okay
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| We kind of remind him of Green Day
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| But it’s a dumb little band
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| And there’s not much to say
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| Maybe we’ll see you when we play
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| In some big empty room one day
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| We do a record every year
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| That nobody’s gonna hear
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| Or understand
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| A dumb little band
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| Every year we self destruct a bit
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| We break up when the drummer quits
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| We talk him into doing one more show and then
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| The bass player quits and we break up again
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| We don’t know how to be regular guys
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| Or what to do with our dumb little lives
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| We don’t have anything to prove
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| We’ll be in trouble if we ever do
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| Cause it’s a dumb little band
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| And we travel through the land
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| We unpack all our stuff
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| From our dumb little van
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| We play some songs and then
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| We pack it up again
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| Hand in hand
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| A dumb little band
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| Not exactly
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| In demand!
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| Our friends are all busy with their own affairs
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| Becoming punk rock millionaires
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| They’re taping their live album at the Hollywood Bowl
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| We’re taping our flyers to the telephone pole
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| It’s a dumb little band
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| And nobody knows
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| Why we keep having shows
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| Even though nobody goes
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| We keep rolling along
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| Playing our dumb little songs
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| Hand in hand
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| A dumb little band |