[Kyle]
(We’re poor… It sucks)

[Peter]
Near your dad’s Chevy
We put up our drum set
The track caught your dog bark
We’re back to square one
Dudes, Are we famous yet?

[Nate]
Oh no…
Dad bites
“Take the trash
Outside”

[Peter]
We won’t get groupies
It’s worse than country
The mic has static, yet again-again-again
So wiggle the jack
It’s something MTV… Won’t watch…

[Kyle]
Play in Nate’s gara-ra-rage…
We use your laptop’s speakers
Play in Nate’s gar-ra-rage…
Don’t breathe in the mic, Peter!

[Peter]
What’s our direction?

[Kyle]
Let’s sound like U2

[Nate]
We’ll play like The Who!

[Peter]
Or Paula Abdul

[Kyle and Nate]
Dude you're lame

[Nate]
Let’s stick… to Alternative Rock like Creed
Our band name’s ‘Plumber’s Fire’. That okay? (Yeah)

(Peter)
That sounds cool

(Kyle)
Play in Nate’s gara-ra-rage
Your mom is a MILF, Nathan!
Play in Nate’s gara-ra-rage
Sell tunes to bring home bacon!

(Nate, Peter, and Kyle)
Dear Warner,
We’d like you to hire us as clients
Listen up
You need us
We’re too good so be aware
Our album is awesome
As for the art we ‘drawed’ some
Please use it, our music
Will blow your brain, I mean it Bud…
Yeah
Oh yeah, Oh yeah

Still in Nate’s gara-ra-rage
We got sent a hate letter
Still in Nate’s gara-ra-rage
Said Yoko Ono’s better…