You start out with a punk rock band just trying to have fun
Your lousy 7 inch is not impressing anyone
You get your first show and you're ready to go
When it's stopped by the fire chief
Do not pass Go!
Do not collect your ten bucks gas money
But pretty soon you're playing almost constantly
You buy a crappy rusted out old van
You leave your mom's house happy to be on your own
And move in with the rest of your band
You get a record deal with a big label on the coast
You feel important as you eat your ramen and your toast
And your money is spent
And you can't pay the rent
But you're having a gay old time
You don't have cash for food
But you still get drunk every night
The local fanzines all start wanting interviews
And then you're in MaximumRockNRoll
Your record starts to sell and you get paid for it
The fun's just starting, now hit the road
The merchandise is selling out, you're the talk of the scene
The profit margins far exceed your most orgasmic dreams
But touring feels wrong when they're shouting out songs or punching you in the mouth
The ones who don't want your autograph scream at you that you've sold out
You wonder why you ever got involved in this
You find yourself despising all your fans
Your appointments with accountants and your lawyers are
More important than the stupid punk band
You come out with a half-assed record made too fast
You hate your band and they think you're a jerk
And suddenly you're not the best hottest thing around
It's time for a career in spoken word
Screeching Weasel - Punk Rock Explained Lyrics
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You start out with a punk rock band just trying to have fun
Your lousy 7 inch is not impressing anyone
You get your first show and you're ready to go
When it's stopped by the fire chief
Do not pass Go!
Do not collect your ten bucks gas money
But pretty soon you're playing almost constantly
You buy a crappy rusted out old van
You leave your mom's house happy to be on your own
And move in with the rest of your band
You get a record deal with a big label on the coast
You feel important as you eat your ramen and your toast
And your money is spent
And you can't pay the rent
But you're having a gay old time
You don't have cash for food
But you still get drunk every night
The local fanzines all start wanting interviews
And then you're in MaximumRockNRoll
Your record starts to sell and you get paid for it
The fun's just starting, now hit the road
The merchandise is selling out, you're the talk of the scene
The profit margins far exceed your most orgasmic dreams
But touring feels wrong when they're shouting out songs or punching you in the mouth
The ones who don't want your autograph scream at you that you've sold out
You wonder why you ever got involved in this
You find yourself despising all your fans
Your appointments with accountants and your lawyers are
More important than the stupid punk band
You come out with a half-assed record made too fast
You hate your band and they think you're a jerk
And suddenly you're not the best hottest thing around
It's time for a career in spoken word
Your lousy 7 inch is not impressing anyone
You get your first show and you're ready to go
When it's stopped by the fire chief
Do not pass Go!
Do not collect your ten bucks gas money
But pretty soon you're playing almost constantly
You buy a crappy rusted out old van
You leave your mom's house happy to be on your own
And move in with the rest of your band
You get a record deal with a big label on the coast
You feel important as you eat your ramen and your toast
And your money is spent
And you can't pay the rent
But you're having a gay old time
You don't have cash for food
But you still get drunk every night
The local fanzines all start wanting interviews
And then you're in MaximumRockNRoll
Your record starts to sell and you get paid for it
The fun's just starting, now hit the road
The merchandise is selling out, you're the talk of the scene
The profit margins far exceed your most orgasmic dreams
But touring feels wrong when they're shouting out songs or punching you in the mouth
The ones who don't want your autograph scream at you that you've sold out
You wonder why you ever got involved in this
You find yourself despising all your fans
Your appointments with accountants and your lawyers are
More important than the stupid punk band
You come out with a half-assed record made too fast
You hate your band and they think you're a jerk
And suddenly you're not the best hottest thing around
It's time for a career in spoken word