Warning! Do NOT take this title literally. The song is about old rock stars making a comeback, but finding out they don't have much in common with this generation. All our fans aren't dead, and we'd like to keep it that way!
All my fans are dead! Filled myself with Similac, and then I had a heart attack, and then they came to photograph, but I don't really care. You can take my record contract. You can take my new Fender Strat, or reposes my cadillac, but I don't really care. I don't really have the knack. Tried rock jump, but hurt my back. Lost my money, a full stack, but I don't really care. You can say my music's wack, and you can say my rhymes, they lack. They don't relate to Jill or Jack, but I don't really care. Tried to make a big comeback, but no one bought my new 8 track. Now it is a proven fact that no one really cares. You could say they bought it all, or you could say they didn't. But it really don't amount to jack, and I don't really care!