La Da Da

Seventeen, no question that I knew everything
It’s plain to see community college wasn’t me
I got the call, that L.A. needed somebody like me
I left my girlfriend behind, I’m gonna see my name in lights
La Da Da, I could get used to this
But on record two, they signed another band that sounds just like you
It’s nothing personal, take your songs and make your own demo
But this cannot be, they said they’d make a big star out of me
Guess I’ll catch my breath, find that girl, and try again at 23
La Da Da, I’ll get used to it
La Da Da, I’ll get used to the pain
We’re better off, ya know? Who needs em, anyway?
If their heads get any bigger they might just float away
We’re getting older now, and we’re hungry for the truth
Such a shame such fun was wasted on our youth
Once again, I found myself with music on my hands
I found God, he told me it’s okay to start another band
We had a run, until the whole thing fell apart with the economy
Just like that, my newfound friends had all abandoned me
La Da Da, I’ll get used to the pain
La Da Da, I’m getting used to the pain
La Da Da, I’m getting used to it
La Da Da, La Da Da
Here I am, ten years after this soap opera began
Wife and child, I make up in joy what I may lack in style
I’m writing down the things I’ve always hid from in the past
Just today, I can finally say that I’m a lucky man
La Da Da, I could get used to this