Cover Band

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Cover Band

Silver SaintsYoung & Reckless 2023 3:13 1 plays

Lyrics

Oh-oh-oh Yeah, I'm in a cover band Oh-oh-oh Picked you up in my beat-up Chevrolet You said you loved it, I said, "No fucking way" Your friends were waiting outside some place Where a single drink costs more than I make I wore the shirt I saved for graduation You showed up dressed for a different occasion You said, "Relax, you're doing fine" Then ordered a bottle of '89 And I'm checking my bank account Underneath the table now You keep laughing at my jokes Like you know what I'm about You're out of my league And your daddy's not a fan I've got nothing in my wallet But a gig with a cover band Yeah, you're out of my league But you're still holding my hand And I'm waiting for the day That you figure out who I am Oh-oh-oh, just a cover band Oh-oh-oh, and you're holding my hand Your dad asked what I did for work I said, "Music," and he looked concerned He said, "Is that a real job?" I said, "Depends on who you ask" Your friends all talk about Saint-Tropez I spent the summer playing "Brown Eyed Girl" every day You said, "Don't worry what they think" Then paid the bill before I could blink And I'm checking my bank account Underneath the table now You keep laughing at my jokes Like you know what I'm about You're out of my league And your daddy's not a fan I've got nothing in my wallet But a gig with a cover band Yeah, you're out of my league But you're still holding my hand And I'm waiting for the day That you figure out who I am Oh-oh-oh, just a cover band Oh-oh-oh, and you're holding my hand I can't buy you diamonds Or fly you overseas I can't afford the restaurants Where your friends all go to eat But I can write you love songs And play 'em out of tune And if you're sick of white tablecloths I'll make you breakfast in my room You're out of my league And your daddy's not a fan I've got nothing in my wallet But a gig with a cover band Yeah, you're out of my league But you're still holding my hand And I'm waiting for the day That you figure out who I am Oh-oh-oh, just a cover band Oh-oh-oh, and you're holding my hand Oh-oh-oh, just a cover band Still don't know what you see in me

About this song

A bright, infectious pop-rock anthem about a struggling young musician dating someone from a far wealthier background. Through witty storytelling, energetic guitars and an uplifting chorus, Cover Band explores the awkward comedy of expensive restaurants, disapproving parents and an empty wallet. Beneath its playful exterior lies a sincere romantic vulnerability, as Silver Saints celebrate the possibility of being loved for who you are rather than what you can afford.

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