Dumb Little Band
The Mr. T Experience
Love Is Dead

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Let me introduce you to our dumb little band
You might find it hard to understand
We’ve got a show, even though
We know no one’s gonna go
We crank our second-hand Marchall Stacks’ dumb little knobs
We’re paying for them with our dumb little jobs
The guy at the bar says he thinks we’re okay
We kind of remind him of Green Day
But it’s a dumb little band and there’s not much to say
Maybe we’ll see you when we play
In some big empty room one day
We do a record every year
That nobody’s gonna hear
Or understand
A dumb little band
Every year we self-destruct a bit
We break up when the drummer quits
We talk him into doing one more show and then
The bass player quits and we break up again
We don’t know how to be regular guys
Or what to do with our dumb little lives
We don’t have anything to prove
We’ll be in trouble if we ever do
Cause it’s a dumb little band
But we travel through the land
We unpack all our stuff from our dumb little van
We play some songs and then we pack it up again
Hand in hand, a dumb little band
A dumb little band, a dumb little band
Not exactly in demand
Our friends are all busy with their own affairs
Becoming punk rock millionaires
They’re taping their live album at the Hollywood Bowl
We’re taping our flyers to the telephone pole
Yeah dumb little band and nobody knows
Why we keep having shows
Even though nobody goes
We keep rolling along
Playing our dumb little songs
Hand in hand, a dumb little band
A dumb little band, a dumb little band

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