Fifteen years old, and the year
That forever seemed to shape me
We were changing our rehearsal place
To where the older guys would hang
When we got there we heard music
Coming out of open windows
It was June
There was something they were smoking
That I had never smelled before
Sounding like the best band in the world
That no one ever heard of
Didn't matter much to them
Didn't matter much to me
They kept on playing
Like their lives depended on it
And in so many ways it did
It was John and Harry and Jimmy
Dizzy Jonsson and The Rover
Looking like from another world
Just like bands used to do
Whiskey bottles on the speakers
Cigarettes in yellow hands
And me, I stood there speechless
As they all came and shook my hand
Just like the best band in the world
That no one ever heard of
Didn't matter much to them
Didn't matter much to me
They kept on playing
Like their lives depended on it
And in so many ways it did
Became the best band in the world
That no one ever heard of
Didn't matter much to them
Didn't matter much to me
They kept on playing
Like their lives depended on it
And in so many ways it did
And in so many ways it did
Back in the days of innocence
Before it all began
The bitter end