Right About Now
They made something
Brand new a baby blue machine
Brass tacks, duct tape
For the great escape
Packed in there like sardines
Back and forth East, south, west, north
Shred the atlas, burn the map
Often lost and paths criss-crossed
Wake me up I need a nap
1,2 what's in the stew
3,4 no one's really sure
5,6 what's in the mix
7,8 this stuff tastes
They did something
Which meant something
And that got them some attention
Eyes wide!
A roller coaster ride
Great pride in this invention
I think they're
Sorry in Advance
Welcome to the show, hello, hello, hello.
What made you decide to go?
Feel free to mosh and dance, but i'll tell you in advance,
Nancie's known for fucking up.
What more can i say? We can't even play.
Every day is a bad day.
If you think that we're a bore, man, i've heard it all before.
Nancie's known for fucking up.
We're known for fucking up.
Ah, ah ah ah....sounds like slop.
Ah, ah ah ah....slop.
You'd think you'd have better things to do with your time than come to our
stupid shows and buy our stuff then go out of your way just to say we suck...
The singer is a prick, the drummer makes me sick.
The bass player has no dick.
They're ugly and they're fat, and on top of all of that,
Nancie's known for fucking up.
What more can i say? We can't even play.
Every day is a bad day.
So while i have the chance, i'll say "sorry" in advance.
Nancie's known for fucking up.
We're known for fucking up.
We're known for fucking up.
Thanks to Karen (karenmiller@hotmail.com) for these lyrics