-> "Rock Band"
Original Song Title:
"Rockstar"
Parody Song Title:
"Rock Band"
The Lyrics
I'm through with banging out beats to songs I'll never get past
It’s like I’ve been up playing it for days and I'm never gonna last
These sticks haven’t helped me, pads aren’t working, over and done
(Tell me what you want)
I want a kick ass Bass full of excellent Hard licks
And an Expert I can learn Guitar picks
And a king size Voice good enough for Black Hole Sun
(Huh, so what you need?)
I'll take anyone who can play Medium
And a big black rock music compendium
Wanna join the leaderboard club at thirty-seven thousand points
(pwned that, you noob)
I’ll scrap my living room, toss old moldy chairs
Make some room for my band mates’ stuff upstairs
Practice so much KISS it weakens their finger joints
(So how ya gonna do it?)
I wanna trade this life for fortune and fame
And act like girls forget that I’m so lame
'Cause we all just wanna be fake rock stars
Pretend we’re big shot posers smoking big cigars
We have no talent and our game is weak
Screw Guitar Hero and it’s winning streak
‘Cause we don’t care about social norms
We’re on MTV on all game platforms
Every Youtube entry’s gonna make us rich
Or a world-class laughingstock I don’t know which
And um…
Hey hey I can’t stop playing Rock Band
Hey hey I’m addicted to Rock Band
I used to play golf like Tiger, frag guys in Halo
Hire eight prostitutes to score in Grand Theft Auto
Now a Madden football game doesn’t do a damn thing for me
(How ‘bout some Space Invaders, Extreme)
I never see my buds or the latest concert
Pissed my girlfriend off, threw her pastry dessert
I don’t need her anyway, her cooking gives me dysentery
(So how ya gonna eat now?)
I’d like to trade this life for fortune and fame
But rather stay inside to play this game
'Cause we’re all just actin’ like fake rockstars
And live in parents' houses driving rusted cars
Nirvana t-shirts in the laundry heap
I’d say I’m troubled but I’m not that deep
And we'll hang out at my daddy’s bars
Downstairs list’ning to 30 Sec’s To Mars
And we dare not notice how we wound up there
“I’m a deadbeat mommy, kick my derriere”
And we'll practice Jet and Boston too
Learn the latest Bang Camero, they’re today's The Who
We'll play you anything with a crooked smile
Everybody calls me an Aerosmith-o-phile
Well, Hey hey I can’t stop playing Rock Band
I'm gonna play those songs like Earth Wind & Centaurs
Sacrifice my drums on my Nine Inch altars
Get “Green Grass” seeping out of every pore
And play them constantly for 90 million score
Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
Our lives are empty and our time is cheap
We'll all stay slackers, what we’ve sewn we’ll reap
And we'll meet girls in the corner bars
Try to impress them with our Rock Band stars
Only skanks and floozies gonna wind up there
Not a classy woman with her tasteful hair
And we'll practice Rush, Bon Jovi too
Learn the latest Smashing Pumpkins, and Death of the Cool
We'll play you anything with a crooked smile
Everybody calls me a Rolling-Stones-o-phile
Well, hey hey I can’t stop playing Rock Band
Hey hey I’m addicted to Rock Band
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