Share Your Kit

Rubbish bands who think they're great and won't let the support acts use their gear are probably as old as rock and roll itself, but there seemed to be an epidemic of them in Birmingham around the turn of the century. They were always blokes. They nearly always had a union jack guitar with loads of effects pedals. They always had a shit nasal singer who could only sing three notes and always rhymed 'high' with 'sky'. And they always sneered at my old band for having melodies instead of wanting to be Oasis. I hope they're all enjoying the limitless fame and wealth they must surely have achieved by now.

You've got a ten-foot banner, got a shiny new guitar
Your best mate who's your manager insists that you'll go far
But your audience is mostly just your girlfriends and your mums
which doesn't stop you thinking you're too good to share your drums

Share your kit!
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Share your kit!
Share it

If you were famous pop stars I could almost understand
But you're just five blokes from Moseley in a mediocre band
You've taken all the dressing room with your expensive gear
and you won't let no bugger touch your precious toms and snare

I'm gonna drink all my Jack Daniels
I'm gonna drink all my white russian
and I'm not sharing out my absinthe
if you don't share your percussion

You pay much more attention to your sideburns than your songs
I wish you'd stick your jack lead in the place where it belongs
Given perseverance, though, your talent might prevail:
you're sure to hit the big time now you've played the Jug of Ale

Share your kit!
Do your bit
Share your kit!
Share it

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