Why does it have to be this way
  Why do I have to cry
  Every time I think we're ahead
  Every thing starts to fall behind
    After all this work we've done
  We're still not anywhere
  All we want is to rock your world
  But hard work won't get us there
    Don't you think that we could be
  The next Grammy winners on MTV
    We have two singers
  that's two for all the girls and boys
  but I guess were still outnumbered
  if you count the Backstreet Boys
  The hecklers always throw things at me
  That is a source of dread
  It's hard to sing
  When a can of bud bounces of your head