[Verse 1]
Girl walks by
Count my close-ups, here’s number two, three, four
Turn head left
Watch the cords in my neck protrude, dude, ew
Our instruments are gone, pretend to climb
She doesn’t even stop to see me flex letter x

[Chorus]
We’re all yelling at you
I’ve got Carpal Tunnel, five bad eighties haircuts
Emphasis on me, then pull away
Looks like I might eat you, keyboard hung real crooked
Drummer and the bass guy
Magic van turns girl into keyboard player

Wow, that band totally turned me into a keyboard player, look what I can do!
Bada-ling!

[Verse 2]
Yellow wall
Looks like french fries and I’m hungry, now, ow
New Wave hair, crossed my arms but I’m still in pain, from hitting that wall
What made her turn around? My scary mouth
Awkward backwards walk through construction site
Voice real high!

[Chorus]
Hoodless Unabomber
Sad eyed fake McGyver, and my checkered shirt dance
Scares the girl away from our failed fourway
Four heads, woman’s profile, I get my own close ups
Most guys sing falsetto
Just to match my crazy vocal range!

Why do a drum roll when you can do a barrel roll? Heh heh heh heh…
Hey, like my bass, check out my bass. Like my bass, hm cool bass, you can’t have my bass
Ha, begone with you!
... Look what I can do. Meedly meedly meedly meedly. We’re doing another take of this, right?
Slowmo!

[Chorus]
I hate my jean jacket
And I lost my wristwatch, dumb place for a keyboard
Uh, uh! Aiye, aiye, uh!
One more shot of us five, move left, let’s trade jackets
She has better close-ups
(Wait, she gets better close-ups than me?)
No!

[Outro]
But it was all a dream, a creepy, mullet headed, checker shirted dream