Say Hello To My Little Fender

You lost the game so now you gotta drive

I papered your rock so I’m about to find

You’re watching my every single move

You know I can’t put them back like you

Can’t charge like you do

Can’t chug like you do

If it’s wasted on me, then hand me the keys

I’ll find the one guy at the party

Oh he sucks but at least he’s not snobby

He said I’ve got an idea for band

We don’t have drums, there’s no front man

We all play lead, we all play tender

It’s called, Say Hello To My Little Fender

Oh right

Yeah Yeah

Oh right

Yeah Yeah

Yeah I’m good to go, but I’m kinda mad

I don’t think it’s fair, I think you’re kinda sad

You get on the sauce, you stand in the corner

And I’m stuck here, with this little moron

And when we get home, you’ll try your luck

But you’ll soon forget, yeah you're that drunk

Again next week a repeat offender

And I’m stuck again with my little friend yeah

Oh right

Yeah Yeah

Oh right

Yeah Yeah