We're the oozing sore, festering on the skin of modern music
Pulsing, pushing, and peeing on the little guys
who write songs about fairies and dwarfs and castles.
Prancing around in spandex and bangles

We wish, we pray, someday it'll pay
to be in this god awful band.

Sometimes I wake up, as if Im dreaming
And I cant understand why Chuck is still screaming.
No we wont do it your wayno, no, we will not
says the band, says to Chuck, who gets angry and hot

Youre all fired, I say, you are fired today
Go ahead, We dont care. Do you hear what we say?
Put down that bong and pick up your stuff, or Ill throw it in the street
We never expected it would end like this, Oh WellLets go Eat

So they left in a hurry, a tizzy, a tuff.
Grumbling to themselves Christ, weve all had enough
Lets go to El Merandero Which one, Number One or Number Two?
And as they left, they all cried boo hoo, boo ho