I used to play in a grunge band
When I was seventeen
I had a Fender Mustang
And a pair of ripped up jeans

We used to play the army and navy
We did shit loads of gigs
We got a bit of a following
Back in sunny old Essex

Well it wasn't quite Seattle
But we thought that it was cool
And I had a fucking great time
Throwing my guitar against the wall

Yeah I love Nirvana
In 1995
It had been about a year or so
Since Kurt Cobain had died

But history repeats itself
And fashion turns around
And they'd invented a genre
Called new grunge now

After new metal
New rave, and even new fold
You can pigeon hole the music
But the music never stops