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 bein' a company man
I want to be in a band
I wanna make the supply and then create the demand
I want to be in a band
My parents still don't understand
Damn
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 bein' a company man
I want to be in a band (Yeah!)
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 (pretty badass!)
I want to be in a band (Black coffees 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
Yeah!