Fancy People Lyrics

Fancy people, with fancy cocktails

In some over-lit ballroom

One could get dizzy

From the glint of all the clinking glasses

Dylan in the corner wearing a suit that barely fits

Jimmy talking to five other people

Trying to fight back the nausea

And convincing himself it was

A necessary evil, to be there

Playing the pretty boy and

Sweet-talking rich executives

For some promised future of his

Michelle is cool, and calm, and collected

But surprisingly still

And Craig is closely eyeing the buffet

And Sean is nowhere to be seen

The mic turns on and feedback forces

Everyone to clench

Then the sound guy gets a hang of it and

Taps Jimmy on the back

Ladies and Gentleman

The band of the hour

Here to celebrate the release of their latest masterpiece

Shipwreck Treasure Party

I give you: Jimmy McCain from The Nautical Stairs!

Hey, everyone

I'm Jimmy McCain

You already know that

You've all read my bio

Well, when we started this band we said

Our mission was to irritate the world

And I'd like to thank you all for assisting us with that

So here's a taste

This party is shit

This champagne is shit

The bartender can go to hell

And y'all can join him

Our album is shit

You're all just pretending to like it

So you can financially exploit us

Mindless teenage kids


Cause everyone is full of shit

And I'm full of shit too

Jimmy you really shouldn't say that

Jimmy why did you say that

Jimmy they're all gonna hate us now

Shut the fuck up, guys

I know what I'm doing

I know exactly what I'm doing

Cause no matter what I say, it'll make us look more punk or whatever

And everyone is full of shit

Especially me

Dude, now is not the time for an existential crisis

Craig, it's exactly the time for that

Jimmy, you're fucking crazy!

I'd like to make a statement

Gather around, y'all, listen

I'm sorry for what I said earlier

It wasn't strong enough

I could fuck your dog

And it would be more entertaining than this goddamn dinner party

Feel free to remember that image

Cause everyone is full of shit

Yeah everyone is full of shit

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And somehow he gets up

And is walked out the door

Muttering "fuck it if I'm famous

I'm Jimmy McCain"

And the band recollects

Sean is found somehow

Dylan drives them home

And just as expected, their stunt made it on the radio

(That little punk, Jimmy McCain, just insulted his entire record label!)

And through some ironic miracle

The very next day

An envelope, with the details of the next tour, from that same record label

Arrives at their door