CRINGER LYRICS

"Funk Song"

LA really gets me down,
All you hear about this town,
And it's so-called "Underground."

These rock stars shittily disguised as punk,
Promoted by the corporate junk,
[?] punk.

It's not just here in old LA,
It's all across the USA,
It's dollars not integrity.

So what am I supposed to do?
I haven't got a fuckin' clue.
But I won't quit until I'm through.
(Yeah!)

But what about Bazooka Joe?
Handy Sam from South Dakota,
And Hippy-Go-Howdy Jack and Joel?

This neighborhood watch and amenity,
Current peace ties are ????? me
And those who conflict finally.

With all this tude-age everywhere,
I haven't got the time to spare,
We dropped our shit, it stinks the air.

This is my opinion, obviously,
And if you should disagree,
Start your own band immediately.

(Dig this)
This is where I draw the line,
Fads come and go with time,
The only rule is D.I.Y.

Passing strangers, passing time,
Is it all just a state of mind?
Or is this really the life I choose?

"Hey, it's now the part of our show where we-
Introduce the- the Cringer Boys Band...
Behind me, on, on the drums,
The most incredibly mediocre drummer,
[?] Derek [?]
Go, Derek, Go!
Okay! Let's hear it for Derrick on drums!

Next, standing here next on me,
The most acclaimed ten-fingered bass player in all of West Center,
Moved from Hawaii, the amazing, the bass-meister, Gardner, yeah!

And also, the latest addition to the Cringer Boys Band,
On lead guitar, all the way from Singapore,
The incredible, the night! Nigel.
Alright, let's hear it for Nigel, Go!"

"And Lance."

"1-2-3-4"

"Alright! Thank you Los Angeles! Cringer says goodnight!"

"Alright, alright, that's enough guys.
Guys, that's enough. I'm leaving. Bye. Bye!"

Thanks to pedro for these lyrics

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