Ow, ow, ow, ow, oww!

We're not the Titanics, and we're not the Voodoo Dolls
We're not Bullet LaVolta, and we ain't the 8 Balls
We're not as famous as the Two Saints or the Bags
Oh hey, we used to be the Queers, but we ain't no fags

I keep hoping you'll wake up, you losers
Use what's left of your brain
You don't have to tell me how great you are
You stupid, stupid, stupid kid

You junk freak
Yeah, junk freak
Junk freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah, junk freak

Well, this guitar wasn't paid for by my mom and my dad
I'm not a college boy in a band, pretending that I'm bad
See I'm a loser, a punk, and a bonehead just like you
In my jacket and my jeans thinking I'm so cool

I keep hoping you'll wake up, you losers
Use what's left of your brain
You don't have to tell me how great you are
You stupid, stupid, stupid kid
You junk freak
Yeah, junk freak
Ow, ow, ow, junk freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah, junk freak
Owwww, whoo!

[Guitar solo]

Yeah

The Cowboy Junkies used to be a pain in my brain
Some more pretentious losers playing "Sweet Jane"
We're not as famous as the Lemonheads or Gang Green
And we are the [?]

I keep hoping you'll wake up, losers
Use what's left of your brain
You don't have to tell me how great you are
You stupid, stupid, stupid kid

You junk freak
Yeah, junk freak
Junk freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah, junk freak

Oww, junk freak
Yeah, junk freak
Junk freak
You junk freak
Ow, ow, ow, junk freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah, junk freak
Oww, junk freak...