She has the band on her wall
And they seem to help her
When she's feeling small

She knows their names
She knows their birthdays
She knows their prides and shames
And repeats the things they say
She knows everything
And dreams about the ring
They will give to her
Because she can sing
All of their songs

She has the band on her wall
And they seem to help her
When she's feeling small

She watches them on TV
And knows their history
Behind every love song
And dreams about the day
The day Pete will say
Girl, quit this life
Come with me, be my wife

She has the band on her wall
And they seem to help her
When she's feeling small

Solo

She talks about the band
I say "I don’t know who they are"
She says I cant understand
While she talks about her rock stars
And the way Kurt plays guitar
The way Paul smokes his cigar
And the way that Joey drives his car

She has the band on her wall
And they seem to help her
When she's feeling small

And one day she's at my door
The band won’t play anymore
Her eyes are red and her soul is sad
She's one step away of going mad
And asks me:
"Dear, can you help me?
My future how will it be?
Dear, I just can’t see
Dear, can’t you help me?"

And she has the band on her wall
But they don’t seem to help at all
When she's feeling so small

Na- na- na- na....