God damn it, hippies smoking pot
God damn it, our management sucks
God damn it, you know we can't stand this
We gotta make some money, God damn it
The booking agent's proposing a tour
We get to England at 1:04
18 shows in 14 nights
You know the beer's lukewarm
And the dressing room's like ice
God damn it, hippies smoking pot
God damn it, our management sucks
God damn it, you know we can't stand this
We gotta make some money, God damn it
Twenty percent goes to management
Ten percent for the booking agent
After expenses for the hotels and van
There's not enough money left to split for the band
God damn it, hippies smoking pot
God damn it, our management sucks
God damn it, you know we can't stand this
We gotta make some money, God damn it
This is the last verse of our song
We've been bitching for way too long
About the things that'll piss us off
But I swear it's all true and we just gotta say
God damn it, hippies smoking pot
God damn it, our management sucks
God damn it, you know we can't stand this
We gotta make some money, God damn it
Oh damn
Damn
Damn
We swear it's all true, God damn it
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