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 up

If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the drums

Then we'd be nothing more than a bunch of Dharma 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 take time

But we're working on it

Working on it

Never seen the van (Leave it to the roadies)

Never met the roadies (Leave 'em in the van)

All because of circumstances way beyond control

We became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, oh

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

Fade me

Fade me

Fade me

Fade me