Текст: Subtle. Junior's Band.

Your son's band still isn't on the radio.
Your perfectly good money was wasted on his com-degree:
He'll still refuse a blue collar like yours
cause he saw what you got.
And what you got was mom.
And then you made him.
And there is still him.

This one goes out
to the angry fellow in his traffic
on our way to practice.
Don't let a sick sort of smile drive your vehicle.

Besides,
he plays guitar and no one needs guitar no more.

Note: I guess sometimes you want to go Bonnie and Clyde with that skeleton.
By no means does this song truly attempt to make any legitamate judgments regarding your son's band or "how was your day at work?"