I got a song stuck in my head Walking down street number nine I sing it out loud with my friends And we're all having a good time We all waited for weeks Now we're hanging on the street in NYC We gotta go to the show Even though we're all underage Outside the firehall in PA It rained on three hundred kids all day When the cops shut it down no one went away We're Gonna Play No Matter What They Say Three or four people showed up in Albuquerque The alternator died Somewhere between Mankato and Rapid City Strangers in some strange lands in L.A. The enchiladas made us sick but that's ok Growing Up We didn't want to be like them It was tough to know Who were our friends Killing time playing basements Way back when In a lot of ways nothings changed From now and them Some say they have been let down I wonder why they still hang around I wonder where all these good things could be Then I realize that somehow I found them in me We're Gonna Play No Matter What They Say