Oh, happy days in our past
We played in a rundown old garage
A bunch of strange long-haired kids
We dreamed of starring on TV
The neighborhood complained of noise
Our sound - not really their choice
They called us freaks and dirty dogs
We felt like heroes born to rock
For MTV
We learned to play and learned to fight
We were determined to survive
And so it happened that one day
We started playing show-business game
Our manager is scared as hell
Forget your music - we must sell
Must please your record company
Go write a hit for MTV!
For MTV
Back to the music from our past
That once we played in the garage
Now we sell millions at last
Overnight we are big stars
For MTV

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