Come on down to our best gear
We'll sell tickets but wait in line
You can't tell us we're good enough
Step right up to a swell car
Sit right down in that back room
It's not over till you
go
In a month we'll leave this place
Leave the trash on the stairs
Be the bright boys with bright
With bright eyes
Hey, this is alright
Thank God I'm here
Hey, hey, hey, hey
This is alright
Thank God I'm here
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Silver guitars and plastic stars and movies
Starring roles and supermodels and passports
A house in the hills and a house in the mountains



And trips and rehab yearly
But keys to your house
Is one thing they'll never give me
Sit right down and share a smile
Sit right down and share a while
It's not over till we
Go
In a month you'll all be gone
No more pats on the back
Be the bright boy with bright
With bright eyes
With bright eyes
With bright eyes
With bright eyes