Dumb Little Band

Lemme introduce you to our dumb little band
You might find it hard to understand
We got a show even though we know no one's gonna go
We'll crank our second-hand Marshall stack's dumb little knobs
We're paying for 'em with our dumb little jobs
The guy at the bar says he thinks we're okay
We kind of remind him of Green Day

But it's a dumb little band
And there's not much to say
Maybe we'll see you when we play
In some big, empty room one day
We do a record every year
That nobody's gonna hear or understand
A dumb little band

Every year, we self-destruct a bit
We break up when the drummer quits
We talk him into doing one more show, and then
The bass player quits, and we break up again
We don't know how to be regular guys
Or what to do with our dumb little lives
We don't have anything to prove
We'll be in trouble if we ever do

'Cause it's a dumb little band
But we travel through the land
We unpack all our stuff from our dumb little van
Play some songs, and then pack it up again
Hand in hand, a dumb little band
A dumb little band
A dumb little band

Not exactly In demand

Our friends are all busy with their own affairs
Becoming punk rock millionaires
They're taping their live album at the Hollywood Bowl
We're taping our flyer to the telephone pole

Yeah, a dumb little band
And nobody knows
Why we keep having shows
Even though nobody goes
We keep rolling along
Playing our dumb little songs
Hand in hand, a dumb little band
A dumb little band
A dumb little band