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Wanna Be's

They’re just a bunch of Cover Band losers,
late night Hippies and alcohol boozers.
Their talent only comes from others fame,
for the music they do is so damn lame.
they couldn't ever hit a real good session,
because there to obsessed with others profession.
they love to sound like someone their not,
strumming note after note drinking shot after shot.
Most of their Icons are long since dead,
but they try their best to play what they said.
The best they’ll ever be as they play at large,
is the biggest band for the cover charge.
Traveling from bar to bar on a Friday nights,
without any chance of fame in sight.
So go all you groupies and bar flies,
and shake your Ass and twist your thighs.
At the end of the night after all the rave,
the actual performers roll in their grave.

"I can't play an instrument or even sing.
but sometimes my lyrics have that perfect sting"
Stanley Victor Pakavich

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