My Big, Dumb Rock Song

by Paul Mikesell

This is my big, dumb rock song.
Chunky chords and a flying riff,
Nonsense lyrics
That seem to stick.

The old fans scream, “Sell Out”
As my face is splashed on MTV,
Those same fans are still at my shows,
The crowd goes back as far as I can see.

The arenas are booked
And my hair is gelled up.
To get the crowd in my hands
All I need to say is some random stuff

Like, “Hello Boston,”
“Hello California” and “New York”
My face on the Rolling Stone
Can erase my past life as a dork.

We play the intro of the hit
And we hear the crowd roar,
They’ve never ever even heard
The other songs we wrote before.

“La La La La,”
We sing on the hook,
The masses will never realize
That all that this took

Was just ten minutes
To write this big, dumb song,
When you write about girls and parties and cars,
On the radio you can do no wrong.

My indie-cred is show
Until they release the next single,
We’ve weaned the masses
On this stupid jingle.

The next single’s still catchy
Like the Beatles or the Stones,
But a little more raw
Like the Clash or the Ramones.

The difference it comes
By the words in the song,
They mean so much more to mee,
But you’ll still sing along.