Man I Hate Your Band - Little Man Tate

Don’t talk to me about money, don’t talk to me about fame

Don’t tell me 'bout your lyrics cos your songs are all the same

There’s 11 on the guestlist, probably more by far

Photographers and magazines and stacks of A+R

And like I said about the guestlist, don’t forget about the birds

They don’t need names and tickets they’re the one’s in denim skirts

New highlights for the weekend, lipstick on their teeth

Brand new tops and bottoms drop no knickers underneath!

But there’s one thing that you’ll never understand…

Oh!

There’s one thing that you’ve gotta understand…

MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

Well we’re going down to London, we’re gonna sign a deal

We know a guy in Camden, who says that we’re unreal

And while we are in London, we’ll stop and see the Queen

You know we’ll all have knighthoods by the time we’re 23

Well you’re coming home nobody, the same as when you went

You didn’t get your deal and your money’s all been spent

I could have told you long ago but you’d never understand

No bollocks to be heroes, and man I can’t stand your baaaaaaaaaaand

But there’s one thing that you’ll never understand…

Oh!

There’s one thing that you’ve gotta understand…

MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

I’ve seen your band

I hate your band

I’ve seen your band

I hate your band

I’ve seen your band

I hate your band

I’ve seen your band

I hate your band

I HATE YOUR BAND!