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Didn't no MTV,
Didn't want no
Was a so long ago
Yeah, we had punk-rock fun
Made a big noise
For all the girls and
It was
Now two are gone to
Yeah, I was in an office
across the street
Down an alley, stairs,
And a underneath
ran The Masque
He played drums, we a lot
We started playing
People comin' round
round.
Mark Moreland his guitar
And I there at the keys
Little Bruce showed up one day
And now three
I had this box
I got from Yogi Bear
And Joe and Chas jumped on to
And we practiced music and day
and day.
Hey, the scene was out
everwhere
Old hippies, beatniks, kids
Goin' punk their hair
One we played The Whiskey
Miss Ivy and Mister Lux
Backstage the record man
Yeah, we thought we had hit the
Big bucks.
So we put out a EP
Jim Hill was our
And when it got played on the
We could not our ears
it was.
So we went out on the
Started near and far
Drivin' in that van
Or two or three old
everywhere.
Then the sharks up and circled
A big for Sting
sign here, boys, you'll all be stars
We'll go for that ring
The was like a book
Two hundred long
We there on that dotted line
Just a for each song
a dollar.
Things started gettin'
With the band and me and
We did that a lot
And drank Cutty Sark
Richard Mazda from the UK
us to record in a brand new way
One weekend, Marc's song out
The single they still about
We made a
With Delia behind the lens
Day in Mexico,
Lots of 'n drugs 'n friends
But all was bust
Hey, how are like us to know
We took off on that so long
And and sang our radio song.
Oh-woah.
Now, it seemed like that old dog we had
Was payin' for its
We control of our own band
To the company
Yeah, I we blew it big time
Business got us
We played a for fourty grand
And the manager every cent
Every cent.
Yeah, got worse, and pretty soon
It was for me to go
I did my best to it up
But we were all big assholes
So, if you wanna a band,
Get ready for a good
let weasels, sharks, and fiends, and creeps
Force you to
Uh-huh.
Didn't no MTV,
want no VH-1
Was a so long ago
Yeah, we had punk-rock fun
Made a great big
For all the girls and
It was
Now two are to heaven