I don't want to be that guy that sits around and wonders why
He never took a chance on anything
I don't want a nine to five, be forced to wear a suit and tie
And die before I get chance to sing
Hit the pawnshops for guitars, learn to play and hit the bars
And try to book ourselves a weekend show
Maybe there will be no fame, and no one else will know our name
But everybody in the club will know
I'm in a band with Vinny Malachi... I'm in a band with Vinny Malachi... I'm in a band with Vinny Malachi...
It's true...And so are you!

We can form a brand new band, and find a drummer (if we can)
And write some songs that no one comprehends
Put up flyers everywhere, and pass out stickers while we're there
And sell our t-shirts to our closest friends
Maybe we won't get too far, and never be a superstar
That isn't why we do this anyway
Maybe you can't understand what makes us form a punk rock band,
But it's a rite of passage when you say
I'm in a band with Vinny Malachi... I'm in a band with Vinny Malachi... I'm in a band with Vinny Malachi...
It's true...And so are you!

Are you in a band? (I'm in a band.)
Are you in a band? (I'm in a band.)
Are you in a band? (I'm in a band.)
Are you in a band? We're all in a band!
I'm in a band with Vinny Malachi... I'm in a band with Vinny Malachi... I'm in a band with Vinny Malachi...
It's true...And so are you!