If you could pick your guitar like you pick your 
nose,Or play a clean lick like you lick clean your 
toes,
If you were less like a thistle, and more like a rose
You could be the shit
Yeah you could be the shit
You could be the shit like me
But your lyrics are trite and redundant
Chock full of cliches like sardines in a can
You tend to repeat things again and again
You can't write for shit,
No you can't write for shit
You can't write for shit like me
Your band sucks my ass
And bows down before me
To kiss the tips of my painted toes
And lick my callused feet
Your band sucks
Your band sucks
Your band sucks me
But then one day
In the month of may
Sitting complacent and bored
They played your song on the radio
And I heard your power chords
And they didn't suck
No they didn't suck
They didn't suck me
Well I've changed my views and I see the light
This competition between, it just ain't right
And I don't wanna end up in a great big fight
'cause your band kicked the shit
yeah your band kicks the shit
your band kicks the shit out of me
My band sucks my ass
And bows down before me
To kiss the tips of my painted toes
And lick my callused feet
My band sucks
My band sucks
My band sucks me