This is a classic story of fun-loving people who like to take that shot at some casual "homestyle" jammin' and singin'. Maybe I'm just another knucklehead with something to say, but I'm sayin' it!
This is RAW! This is REAL TIME! Built from the top-down. Here ya go...
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good times rockin' easy I wonder...why don't we go on the road - we could make some bread I'll be fine.... just release me I understand what we want to be, and who we are instead
backyard superstars rockin dad's garage got the posters and a fridge and a metal massage are we makin it big or is it just a mirage?
all those years thought we'd make it but something big and bad, Lord - must've got in the way got no tears I can take it just one thing I said I had...I still have to say
down in the basement it's the same old song, but there ain't no replacement for workin hard and long still I never get complacent - something's sure to go wrong gotta love it while it happens, too soon it'll all be gone
there ain't no right or wrong about it somebody should write a song about it maybe the neighbors could live without it we never asked so park that ego in the driveway you know it only gets in my way they hear us playin' on the highway just drivin past windows down, wide open and movin fast they hear those
backyard superstars and karoake kings do you really want to hear it? did your spirit grow some wings? just get up there, baby and break a leg we got meat on the grill and we've still got one more keg
backyard superstars backyard superstars backyard super staaaaaaaaaaars
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