Ding Dong the Beeves are Dead

My band, my band, my band, my band

My band, my band, my band, my band

Had Plans, In Demand

Deadpan, Got canned

Oh man

My band, my band, my band, my band

My band, my band, my band, my band

I feel alone in this land

My times are falling like sand

Held up by so many hands I could barly stand

(and) I'd sell my soul

For the pain of rock n'roll

I get lucky and get gone

Gonna play my last show

So get down (alright)

So get down (ok)

So get down (no way)

Get down

My band (who's band?)

My band (what band?)

My band (your band?)

My band (his band?)

Had fans, Had plans

In demand, Got canned

Cause man oh man

Get down

Get down

Get get down

Get down

Get down

Get down

Get get down

Get get get down

Get down

Get down