We cannot sing
Or play Guitar
Let's just shut up cause we're below par
We are just junk
Our music's absurd
We are the worst band in the entire world

no one wanted us
But we showed up and now we smell
the VH1 people
Stuck up their nose
They had a problem with stupid shows
It's a marketing ploy
An awful marketing ploy
but we weren't good enough for anyone
We lack a degree of grace
Our brains are filled up with Mace
We need to stop being morons
5 years from now
We sit down at home
We're now forgotten and our fortune's blown
We turn on tv
Guess what we see
It's this fan called the Ionic Breeze
We call up the number
They already know
Our credit history
is like play-dough
We wear rags all day
Sit in the crowd
Beggin' for money in a dirt-poor town
We were not a good band
There were much better bands
We were always really bad
We never were superstars
We've got a ten buck guitar
Does your stupid brain see what we aren't worth?


We were not a good band
There were much better bands
We were always really bad
We never were superstars
We've got a ten buck guitar
Does your stupid brain see what we aren't worth?
It's a good thing that we missed out
or protestors would shout
Avril smells like my sneakers
Thank God you couldn't see
How bad a band we could be
There is no more than meets the eye
I see the failed composer that is inside
We could not sing
Or play guitar
Can I make it any more obvious?
We are just junk
Our music's absurd
We are the worst band in the entire world
We aren't on the radio
Our music is junk-i-o
We fall off the stage during the show
Whenever we dance
It looks like fire ants
are crawling up our pants
We aren't on the radio
our music is junk-i-o
We fall off the stage during the show
Whenever we dance
It looks like fire ants
are crawling up our pants