By Ken Feucht and Anthony "T.K." Kinney
Little girls, screaming at my show
11 to 15, I don't care
As long as they give me their dough
Singin', dancin'
With 4 guys I just met
We've got a style
We just don't know what it is yet
Write my songs for me
I'll sing them real good
I want it that way baby
At least they say I should
Because
Chorus:
I wanna be in a boy band (Oh oh)
I wanna be in a boy band (Oh yeah)
I wanna be in a boy band
But A.J., he won't return my calls
I drive myself crazy deciding what to wear
I wanna be the bad boy and shave off all my hair
We'll give interviews to say how happy we are
But I'm only happy 'cause I've got a new sports car
Then I'll bang Brittney
But not let anyone know
God must have spent a little more time
To get you to our show
And that's why
Chorus:
But Justin, he won't return my calls
Bridge:
And in 2 years, we will be forgotten
And with all the drugs we do, our lives will be rotten
And in 5 years when I score a solo hit
Don't bring up my boy band days, 'cause I won't give a shit
And I
Chorus:
But those fuckers at Jive Records won't return my calls
This was originally written as a ska song