"Money is the devil!" shouts the punk rock band Selling eighty dollar tickets to their ever-loving fans That's the shit I really can't stand Charging some kid just to shake your hand Wear this not that, '90s Nikes or Vans And bleach your hair, make sure to stand over there It's a goddamn frat Where everybody stares We all want to be there We all want to be there We all want to be there ♪ Cargo shorts, fish nets Industrial goth wear Land's End Polo, neon underwear Where's the guitars, Have you seen them anywhere? Where's the guitars, I can't find them anywhere? The floor's a nightmare but no one seems to care They all just move around like they're Fred Astaire Now I'm moved by a digital snare We all want to be there We all want to be there We all want to be there We all want to be there We all want to be there ♪ "Name three songs" said the snobs at the bar "Do what you want" said the cats from Mars Exclusion Confusion Just pile in the car We all want to be there We all want to be there We all want to be there We all want to be there We all want to be there