Up Up Done Done

[Verse 1] My feet are sore and my throat is hoarse From stomping and singing through every single chorus I patiently grew my beard out for this occasion Paying some sort of tribute with bated anticipation for your last show [Verse 2] You might insist that the name is bad But I’m not sure that we knew what we had Resting in a software code and a place where the bar’s been set With you and me trying to sing a lyric that goes, “What the crap!” But it never works [Chorus] But, you don’t need any of us tonight You don’t need any of us tonight You don't need us to call it quits But, you don’t need any of us tonight [Outro] My feet are sore and my throat is hoarse I stomped and sang all through every single chorus (That one felt the best Yeah, whatever)