Lyrics:

Don't talk to me about money, don't talk to me about fame
Don't tell me 'bout your lyrics cos your songs are all the same
There's 11 on the guestlist, probably more by far
Photographers and magazines and stacks of A+R

And like I said about the guestlist, don't forget about the birds
They don't need names and tickets they're the one's in denim skirts
New highlights for the weekend, lipstick on their teeth,
Brand new tops and bottoms drop no knickers underneath!

But there's one thing that you'll never understand...
Oh! There's one thing that you've gotta understand...
MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!
MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!
MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!
MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

Well we're going down to London, we're gonna sign a deal
We know a guy in Camdan, who says that we're unreal
And while we are in London, we'll stop and see the Queen
You know we'll all have knighthoods by the time we're 23

Well you're coming home nobody, the same as when you went
You didn't get your deal and your money's all been spent
I could have told you long ago but you'd never understand
No bollocks to be heroes, and man I can't stand your baaaaaaaaaaand

But there's one thing that you'll never understand...
Oh! There's one thing that you've gotta understand...
MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!
MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!
MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!
MAN I HATE YOUR BAAAAAAAAAND!

I've seen your band
I hate your band
I've seen your band
I hate your band
I've seen your band
I hate your band
I've seen your band
I hate your band

I HATE YOUR BAND!