The girl behind the bar don't know our name
We got no game
We got no claim to fame
45 minutes on a crowded corner stage
To tell our tales of suburban joy and rage
The drummer's late
Bitchin about back pain
He struck out in his daughter's t-ball game
Broken strings ambivalence and tape
Raise a glass
To our Predictable escape
Put down your phone
Wipe off that smirk
Watch us go to work
Talkin' 'bout our band
Talkin' 'bout our band
Talkin' 'bout our band, band, band
Talkin' 'bout our band
Don't ya call us second rate
Though we know it's second hand
Gonna take a stand
Talkin' 'bout our band
Now we first heard that sound in '84
Fearless fast and painful
Wanted more
Takin' a ride with the lip-sync chicks we knew
Bought a Chinese Stratocaster for the big debut
Reverse status punk ass twist and shout
We trashed that party
And our mommies bailed us out
Thirty years later and the flame still flickers dim
We wrote a novel
Gonna let you skim
Tell us we're just right for you
We're twisted up real tight
Talkin' 'bout our band
Talkin' 'bout our band
Talkin' 'bout our band, band, band
Talkin' 'bout our band
Don't ya call us second rate
Though we know it's second hand
Gonna take a stand
Talkin' about our band
Now the club is closing down - barely a soul in sight
You could hear a pick drop on another wasted night
And the girl behind the bar is yawning loud
One more song for the clueless old and proud
Talkin' 'bout our band
Talkin' 'bout our band
Won't ya lend a hand?
Talkin' 'bout our band
Don't ya call us second rate
Though we know it's second hand
Gonna take a stand
Talkin' 'bout our band
The finest in the land
Talkin' 'bout our band
Until it hits the fans
Talkin' 'bout our band