I'm the drummer, yes it's true
But my life is filled with woe
I'm stuck in the back, out of view
And nobody seems to know

I'm lugging a drum kit around in my car
If I don't show up, there's no band
But nobody ever comes up after the show
To shake my tired, calloused hand

Everyone throws roses at the singer
The guitarist signs autographs
Even the sound man gets some action
I think they just have me there for the laughs

I'm really good at writing songs|
That nobody wants to hear
They say sit down and shut your mouth
And they try to force-feed me beer

I try to make suggestions
But nobody wants to listen to me
If someone stole all our equipment
I think I'd finally be free

Everyone gives flowers to the singer
The guitarist takes selfies with fans
Even the merch guy gets some action
I think they just have me there for the laughs

My fills are amazing, I own the high hat
My double bass drums shake the room
I can play in four four or twenty three sixteen
I'll even add some cowbell if you want it

Everyone just loves the horn section
They beat off to the bass player
Even the road crew gets paid some money
I think they just have me there for the laughs

Please. I'll try the tuba. Anything