Winner of the AmIRight Idol Round 2, and one of Wolverine's biggest undertakings as a parodist.

I'm through with banging out beats to songs I'll never get past It’s like I’ve been up playing it for days and I'm never gonna last These sticks haven’t helped me, pads aren’t working, over and done (Tell me what you want) I want a kick ass Bass full of excellent Hard licks And an Expert I can learn Guitar picks And a king size Voice good enough for Black Hole Sun (Huh, so what you need?) I'll take anyone who can play Medium And a big black rock music compendium Wanna join the leaderboard club at thirty-seven thousand points (pwned that, you noob) I’ll scrap my living room, toss old moldy chairs Make some room for my band mates’ stuff upstairs Practice so much KISS it weakens their finger joints (So how ya gonna do it?) I wanna trade this life for fortune and fame And act like girls forget that I’m so lame 'Cause we all just wanna be fake rock stars Pretend we’re big shot posers smoking big cigars We have no talent and our game is weak Screw Guitar Hero and it’s winning streak ‘Cause we don’t care about social norms We’re on MTV on all game platforms Every Youtube entry’s gonna make us rich Or a world-class laughingstock I don’t know which And um… Hey hey I can’t stop playing Rock Band Hey hey I’m addicted to Rock Band I used to play golf like Tiger, frag guys in Halo Hire eight prostitutes to score in Grand Theft Auto Now a Madden football game doesn’t do a damn thing for me (How ‘bout some Space Invaders, Extreme) I never see my buds or the latest concert Pissed my girlfriend off, threw her pastry dessert I don’t need her anyway, her cooking gives me dysentery (So how ya gonna eat now?) I’d like to trade this life for fortune and fame But rather stay inside to play this game 'Cause we’re all just actin’ like fake rockstars And live in parents' houses driving rusted cars Nirvana t-shirts in the laundry heap I’d say I’m troubled but I’m not that deep And we'll hang out at my daddy’s bars Downstairs list’ning to 30 Sec’s To Mars And we dare not notice how we wound up there “I’m a deadbeat mommy, kick my derriere” And we'll practice Jet and Boston too Learn the latest Bang Camero, they’re today's The Who We'll play you anything with a crooked smile Everybody calls me an Aerosmith-o-phile Well, Hey hey I can’t stop playing Rock Band I'm gonna play those songs like Earth Wind & Centaurs Sacrifice my drums on my Nine Inch altars Get “Green Grass” seeping out of every pore And play them constantly for 90 million score Well we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars Our lives are empty and our time is cheap We'll all stay slackers, what we’ve sewn we’ll reap And we'll meet girls in the corner bars Try to impress them with our Rock Band stars Only skanks and floozies gonna wind up there Not a classy woman with her tasteful hair And we'll practice Rush, Bon Jovi too Learn the latest Smashing Pumpkins, and Death of the Cool We'll play you anything with a crooked smile Everybody calls me a Rolling-Stones-o-phile Well, hey hey I can’t stop playing Rock Band Hey hey I’m addicted to Rock Band