Sick of You
your heart is feeling hurt and confused
you say you did the givin' more than gettin'
all he did was take and left you feelin' so used
i won't love and leave your heart filled with doubt
i'm for real, that's not what i'm all about
i'll love you down, down to the last drop and down
baby i won't stop, and when you've had enough
i'll just stop and start over again
what kind of fool would steal your love like that
he wasn't what he seemed, he schemed and lied
from the start
but baby don't you chalk it up,
The Worst Band In The World
It's one thing to know it but another to admit
We're the worst band in the world
But we don't give a....
If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the drums
Then we'd be nothing more than a bunch of darma bums
So tune up, tune up
Well we've never done a days work in our life
And our records sell in zillions
It irrigates my heart with greed
To know that you adore me
Up yours, up mine
But up everybody's that takes time -
But we're working on it
Working on it (Ooh)
We never seen the van - leave it to the roadies -
Never met the roadies - leave them in the van
All because of circumstances way beyond control
We became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, ooh
Here I am a record on a jukebox
A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh
Play me
Buy me and you play me then my plastic turns to gold
Here we are together on your hi fi
A little piece of plastic with a hole, oh
Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me.....