Mo' Bigga Amp (ellingson, tanner)

<chorus>
Turn the bass down lower, sucker
Bang the drums less harder, champ 
I can't hear what I'm singing anymore 
I need a mo' bigga amp. 

<verse1>
16, lookin' down the six-string 
Didn't matter if I couldn't play a thing 
All the chicks go for guys with the big axe 
Toothpick arms, black shirt, and tight slacks. 

Yeah, gotta start this rock band 
Grab a couple chumps, I'll be the frontman 
Super dope lyrics, yeah I'm on the right track 
I'll write a song that'll get me a contract.. 

<verse2>
Verse 3 should've been the first, not the third 
And A&R says you can't use big words 
Like talent or grace 
You gotta stick with the mindset of your fanbase 

So the suits said we gotta good fighting chance 
To compete with the blonds in the hotpants 
Third grade lyrics with a sense of style 
Like a chainsaw artist on crack for a while 

<verse3>
Not tight, I think the drummer missed a beat 
Slowing down, he didn't eat his cream o' wheat 
(I) forgot the words, (and) the bass doesn't sound in tune 
I sure hope we'll be gettin' better soon. 

I just want to let the funk flow 
But I keep thinking 'bout our first video 
Can't let this stuff get in the way, 
'Cause I'll be singing chart-topping hits someday.