In A Band

Growing up I had it rough.

Although I hated work

it taught me just enough.

To know there ain't no application

for the job that I've been chasin'

and I'm looking for a diamond in the rough.

And as it seems to me

that if it was just a phase

it would've passed around eighteen

(but it didn't and I'm in it

past the point of giving in

so make your wagers

place your bets and

shut your mouths about regrets

and how we're screwed).

You climb the rung,

I'll keep my head

and I'll take all the crap

you're giving me instead.

Cause we'll be driving to a show

while you'll be working at the store

and checking out some lady buying wonder bread.

And as it seems to me

that there are lots of cool jobs

but just a few that interest me.

I never wanted to work

inside a shop as a clerk

or build my pension plan

by being a company man.

I want to be in a band.

My parents still don't understand.

Just add it up, you'll see the crux.

From all our arguments we've gathered

just enough to know we're quicker than a hare

and smarter than the average bear

and just because itself is reason just enough.

And as it seems to me

that the sheer volume of pay

is not a gauge of self-esteem.

I never wanted to work

inside a shop as a clerk

or build my pension plan

by being a company man.

I wanted to be in a band.

We've got a penchant for fun,

and groove for everyone.

I want to be in a band.

If you're concerned with the odds

you'd better never begin.

Veterinarian, garbage man

or public speaking from a stand

or pulling teeth or sweeping streets

are all real cool and need to be done

but not by me.

I want to be in a band (black coffee and wrong turns)

I want to make the supply

and then create the demand.

I want to be in a band (banned from all the big clubs)

Supply side economics

fit to make you happy...

be in a band (beer drinking and mayhem)

We've got a penchant for fun

and groove for everyone.

I want to be in a band (bandanas and make-up).

My children still don't understand.