Hey, everybody, it's the latest fad
No need to annoy your mom and dad
No weird hair, no weird clothes
Just a bit of plaid and away you go
Wake up and smell the heavenly manna
Don't you know they're looking for the next Nirvana?
Metal bands used to be, well, metal bands
Now they all wanna be Pearl Jam
So it doesn't matter if you've been doing covers for years
AC/DC and Tears for Fears
If you want clemency for what you've done
Just buy a toque and call it "grunge"
CHORUS:
And this is filler, 'cause making dollars doesn't need to make sense
And this is filler, 'cause making dollars doesn't need to make sense
Conform and be yourself
Just follow steps 1 through 12
Grab some flannel, quit yer wankin'
and jump on the bandwagon
Open your wallet, open your purse
Grab a t-shirt, you're not the first
Now that "grunge" is last year's product
Oh, the sweet sweet smell of the green
The coins glitter, the banker creams
Fiscal reports just got here
It's gonna be a very good year
