Smells like Nirvana
*zooms in on old Chucks on som guys smell feet*
*fat guy cheerleader prances*
*janitor eats donuts*
*"Kut" stares at camera with mouh slightly opened, like he's
What is this song all about?
Can’t figure any lyrics out
*cheerleader waves hairy armpits at crowd*
How do the words to it go?
I wish you’d tell me, I don’t know
*janitor slow dances with broom*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
*janitor gets kiggy with broom*
*broom dies of heat exhaustion*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know...
Now I’m mumblin’ and I’m screamin’
And I don’t know what I’m singin’
Crank the volume, ears are bleedin’
*midget illuminated "Kurt'S" face with interrogation lamp*
I still don’t know what I’m singin’
We’re so loud and incoherent
*audience member ips another audience member's head off*
Boy, this oughta bug your parents
Yeah
*pukes*
*bassist dances barefoot*
*ruber guitar attacks "Kurt's" head*
It’s unintel-ligible
I just can’t get it through my skull
It’s hard to bargle nawdle zouss(? )
With all these marbles in my mouth
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
*body falls from stands*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know...
Well, we don’t sound like Madonna
Here we are now, we’re Nirvana
Sing distinctly? We don’t wanna
Buy our album, we’re Nirvana
A garage band from seattle
*old man attempts to feed kid, but kid is being a brat and beats up the hamburger*
Well, it sure beats raising cattle
Yeah
*cow moos*
*sheep baa's*
*gurgle gurgle gurgle*
*flaming chicken man runs in backround*
*audience plays noise makers*
*tuba tuba tuba*
*basketball team decides to jump in--jerks*
And I forgot the next verse
Oh well, I guess it pays to rehearse
*basketball flies into "Kurt's" hands*
The lyric sheet’s so hard to find
*"Kurt" manages to shoot basket from behind while still playing guitar*
What are the words? Oh, nevermind
*janitor finds cotton candy in bucket*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
*cotton candy is actually tutu*
*janitor prances around in a tutu*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know...
Well, I’m yellin’ and we’re playin’
*body is flung in the air amongst audience*
But I don’t know what I’m sayin’
What’s the message I’m conveyin’?
*audience rips each other's arms off and beats one another with torn limbs*
Can you tell me what I’m sayin’?
So have you got some idea?
Didn’t think so -- well, I’ll see ya
Sayonara, sayonara
Ayonawa, odinawa
*Everyone smashes their instruments, still managing to create 'music'*
Odinaya, yodinaya
*"Kurt" makes out with camera*
*"Kurt" gives himself a hair cut*
Yaddayadda, yaaahyaaah
Ayaaaaaah!
*cough cough cough*
*fat guy cheerleader prances*
*janitor eats donuts*
*"Kut" stares at camera with mouh slightly opened, like he's
What is this song all about?
Can’t figure any lyrics out
*cheerleader waves hairy armpits at crowd*
How do the words to it go?
I wish you’d tell me, I don’t know
*janitor slow dances with broom*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
*janitor gets kiggy with broom*
*broom dies of heat exhaustion*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know...
Now I’m mumblin’ and I’m screamin’
And I don’t know what I’m singin’
Crank the volume, ears are bleedin’
*midget illuminated "Kurt'S" face with interrogation lamp*
I still don’t know what I’m singin’
We’re so loud and incoherent
*audience member ips another audience member's head off*
Boy, this oughta bug your parents
Yeah
*pukes*
*bassist dances barefoot*
*ruber guitar attacks "Kurt's" head*
It’s unintel-ligible
I just can’t get it through my skull
It’s hard to bargle nawdle zouss(? )
With all these marbles in my mouth
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
*body falls from stands*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know...
Well, we don’t sound like Madonna
Here we are now, we’re Nirvana
Sing distinctly? We don’t wanna
Buy our album, we’re Nirvana
A garage band from seattle
*old man attempts to feed kid, but kid is being a brat and beats up the hamburger*
Well, it sure beats raising cattle
Yeah
*cow moos*
*sheep baa's*
*gurgle gurgle gurgle*
*flaming chicken man runs in backround*
*audience plays noise makers*
*tuba tuba tuba*
*basketball team decides to jump in--jerks*
And I forgot the next verse
Oh well, I guess it pays to rehearse
*basketball flies into "Kurt's" hands*
The lyric sheet’s so hard to find
*"Kurt" manages to shoot basket from behind while still playing guitar*
What are the words? Oh, nevermind
*janitor finds cotton candy in bucket*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
*cotton candy is actually tutu*
*janitor prances around in a tutu*
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know...
Well, I’m yellin’ and we’re playin’
*body is flung in the air amongst audience*
But I don’t know what I’m sayin’
What’s the message I’m conveyin’?
*audience rips each other's arms off and beats one another with torn limbs*
Can you tell me what I’m sayin’?
So have you got some idea?
Didn’t think so -- well, I’ll see ya
Sayonara, sayonara
Ayonawa, odinawa
*Everyone smashes their instruments, still managing to create 'music'*
Odinaya, yodinaya
*"Kurt" makes out with camera*
*"Kurt" gives himself a hair cut*
Yaddayadda, yaaahyaaah
Ayaaaaaah!
*cough cough cough*