Lyrics:
They invite me every week
To get my ass on down
They say that it's more damn fun
Than anywhere else in town
But I always shake my head and say
I'll see you all around
I'm going somewhere else today
Though I can't say where I'm bound
Chorus
They play Desolation Row and they never miss a part
they sing every single note, straight from the heart
those seventeen mopey guys strumming their guitar
love that open mic night at the local bar
Jonathan's a barista
That's how he pays the bills
But harshing all our mellows
Is how he gets his thrills
Peter's an accountant
Plays a Martin, don't ya know?
As he bleats about injustice
He puts on quite a show
Christopher gets up on stage
and plays a sad sad song
Then Frederick gets up on stage
and plays one just as long
Then Theodore gets up on stage
and he tries to play along
the mic is open, those guys are mopin
You can't say that I'm wrong
Now I won't name all 17
I think I've set the scene
I can sit through 5 or 6
Before I want to scream
I'd rather be backpacking
And sit beside a stream
Or get myself a root canal
That ain't as bad as it seems
