Art Band (’84 Version)

Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Hold it, hold it

Art band? More like a fart band!
And you're gettin' outta hand
You're living hands-on-mouth, your butt is in your mouth
How long before you're fated dead if public interest has diminished
Well then, you know, you wake up and realize you're finished!
Art band? More like a fart band!
Art band? More like a fart band!

Hold it, hold it, hold it, ho-

Your chords are all diminished, how long before you're finished?
You're going on and on, succeeding with your con
The time is growing short, time to open your eyes
And grab ahold of the ratings before they catch onto your [?]
Art band? More like a fart band!
Art band? More like a fart band!
Art band? More like a fart band!
Art band? More like a fart band!

You can dupe those assholes, but I'm not a fool
I can tell when I smell shit that someone's tryin' to pull
But you don't smell it, though, when your nose is in the air
So I took actions long ago to keep you out of our hair
All you are is a cleverly-disguised clone
Cut me a fuckin' break and leave me alone!

Art band! You really put it over
Art band! But soon it will be over
Art band! It's all a bunch of bullshit
Art band! Spare me

Art band! Art band!
Art band! Art band!
Art band! Art band!
Art band! Hold it, hold it, hold it
Hold it, hold it