Dumb Little Band - The Mr. T Experience

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’ll crank our second-hand Marshall with it’s 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

And 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

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

It’s a 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