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If you listen closely you will hear a story about a garage with a band A diabolical man with a plan Phil, Ted, Lucas and Jorge Struggle to be a band But they don't have any fans They call themselves Horsechips but why no one knows. Horsechips Ho! Horsechips Ho! Horsechips Ho! Horsechips Ho! Horsechips Ho! Horsechips Ho! Horsechips Ho! Phil, I don't think things are working out We need to talk right now You are unsuccessful and you're going nowhere I want you to know I'm leaving town Just sign here and I will fulfill all of your fantasies. Hurry now pick up the pen Make your mark it's the time to begin. You're more than just a band. With the apopalyptic [sic] plan (Thanks to Adam for these lyrics) From Letras Mania