Growing up, I had it rough 

Although I hated work it taught me just enough 

To know there ain't no application for the job that I've been chasin' 

And I'm looking for a diamond in the rough 

And as it seems to me that if it was just a phase 

It would've passed around eighteen (but it didn't 

And I'm in it past the point of giving in- 

So make your wages place your bets 

And shut your mouths about regrets and how we're screwed) 

You climb the rung, I'll keep my head 

And I'll take all the crap you're giving me instead 

"Cause we'll be driving to a show while you'll be working at the store 

And checking out some lady buying Wonder Bread. 

And as it seems to me that there are alot of cool jobs 

But just a few that interest me 

I never wanted to work inside a shop as a clerk 

Or build my pension plan by being a company man 

I want to be in a band, 

I want to make the supply and then create the demand, 

I want to be in a band, 

My parents still don't understand 

Just add it up, you'll see the crux 

From all our arguments we've gathered just enough 

To know we're quicker than a hare and smarter then the average bear 

And just because itself is reason just enough 

And as it seems to me that sheer volume of pay 

Is not a gauge of self-esteem, 

I never wanted to work inside a shop as a clerk 

Or build my pension plan by being a company man, 

I want to be in a band 

We've got a penchant for fun and groove for everyone 

I want to be in a band, 

If you're concerned with the odds you'd better never begin 

Veterinarian, garbage man or public speaking from a stand 

Or pulling teeth or sweeping streets are all real cool 

And need to be done, 

But not, by me 

I want to be in a band (black coffee and wrong turns) 

I want to make the supply and create the demand 

I want to be in a band (banned from all the big clubs) 

Supply side economics fit to make you happy 

Be in a band (beer, drinking, and mayhem) 

We've got a penchant for fun and groove for everyone 

I want to be in a band (bandanas and make-up) 

My children still don't understand, yeah.