Come on down to our best gearWe'll sell tickets but wait in lineYou can't tell us we're good enoughStep right up to a swell carSit right down in that back roomIt's not over till yougoIn a month we'll leave this placeLeave the trash on the stairsBe the bright boys with brightWith bright eyesHey, this is alrightThank God I'm hereHey, hey, hey, heyThis is alrightThank God I'm hereHey, hey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey, heySilver guitars and plastic stars and moviesStarring roles and supermodels and passportsA house in the hills and a house in the mountainsAnd trips and rehab yearlyBut keys to your houseIs one thing they'll never give meSit right down and share a smileSit right down and share a whileIt's not over till weGoIn a month you'll all be goneNo more pats on the backBe the bright boy with brightWith bright eyesWith bright eyesWith bright eyesWith bright eyes