Lyrics

Late night gigs and piece-meal rigs, that's how we get around.
Peddlin' tunes for peanuts. Workin' dives to check our sound.
Tradin' sleep for studio time. Just to lay 'em down.

Friends and kin don't understand, they think it's just a phase.
There's mouths to feed and bills to pay, so . . . they . . . tell . . . me . . .

"Don't quit your day job, you're never gonna make it big.
You know you're only dreaming, for you it's just a weekend gig.
So keep your head on straight, keep your nose to the grind,
You know this is where you belong.
Don't quit your day job! You're never gonna get it playing junk rock songs."

But this brand of rock is how we roll... And we've come to save the day!
So set 'em up, we'll knock 'em down--We'll blow you all away!
We'll burn your souls and tweak your minds. And you'll believe every word we say!

And though crowds, they've come from miles around...
And paid to watch us play; Reviews, they always start the same,
"But we know what you're trying to say . . . BUT !

"Don't quit your day job, you're never gonna make it big.
You know you're only dreaming, for you it's just a weekend gig.
So keep your head on straight, keep your nose to the grind,
You know this is where you belong.
Don't quit your day job! You're never gonna get it playing junk rock songs."


"Don't quit your day job! You're never gonna get it playing junk rock . . .
Don't quit your day job, you're never gonna make it big.
You know you're only dreaming, for you it's just a weekend gig.
So keep your head on straight and keep your nose to the grind,
You know this is where you belong.
Don't quit your day job! You're never gonna get it!