Check out my indie band, we've got this new song, with some
Whoa-oh's, 'cause we hope the crowd will sing along
I tried my best to stick to 4/4 time 'cause it's really hard to dance
To a short measure
Patty's getting on my case
'Cause the songs all sound the same
Don't want to be another unknown band
With a really stupid name
So here we go
I'm writing only what I know
And it's easy to go meta
When you can't write nothing better at all
Don't you know
I've got a face for radio
And a voice that's meant only
To sing drunken karaoke
Singing whoa-oh-o-o-oh
For the longest
For the longest time
Check out this Facebook invite to our show, see there's
No cover and we'd really love for you to go
Never mind that it's a Tuesday night and 50 miles away
In our friend's trailer
We know that you got things to do
We don't want to waste your time
And when I tell you that we practiced this song
Well, it's probably a lie
So here we go
I'm writing only what I know
Smug self-deprecation
And an open invitation to groan
Don't you know
I've got a face for radio
And a voice that's meant only
To sing drunken karaoke
Singing ooh-ee-oo
I look just like Buddy Holly
And you're Mary Tyler Moore
Tried too hard for a deeper meaning
But end up endlessly repeating
The same old themes
And tired melodies
Forget the words
Now we'll just make sounds
We'll just make sounds
We'll just make sounds
Don't need no words
Now we'll just make sounds
We'll just make sounds
We'll just make sounds