The Worst Band In The World (Lyric Two)

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