He plays to a small crowd of five underground
It's another sweaty open-mic night

He sings all his own songs but he sings it all wrong
Tumbleweed indoors just ain't right

Mother is so proud
Of her boy's unique sound
But what does she know?
(What does she know?)

Dad gives him the third degree
For chasing a fruitless fantasy
But what does he know?
(What does he know?)

As he closes his eyes
The stage unfolds
All in his head

He's giving it all he's got
Giving it all he's got out there
And the crowd are singing back to him
With lighters in the air

Dave said "It's a number one"
But they still think he's on the run
For stealing Clios
(So what does he know?)

The record Label says:
PLEASE STOP SENDING FUCKING TAPES
But what do they know?
(What do we know?)

What do they know?