The Worst Band In The World"
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
