I was in this band with a couple friends
we had a fiddle, a bass, and a mandolin
we laid our case out on the strip
and we were playin songs for dollar tips
when a pack of babes went struttin by
glitter streaked across their eyes
and glowsticks hangin from their wrists
star-shaped pasties on their tits
"Hey girls, where you goin? Don't you wanna hear some Ricky Skaggs?"
Soon the neon crowd was round the block
they had candy bracelets and tiny tops
and booty shorts and furry shoes
I said, "look boys, we got nothin to lose"
so we shoved our guitars in the car
rolled our flannels up our arms
and stood in line to wait and see
Skrillex playin at the Key
We slid on through the sweaty crowd
the lights were bright and the bass was loud
Scotty yelled, "Do your ears hurt?
Sounds like Godzilla's givin birth!"
Then from out of the fog pranced a raver chick
pacifier between her lips
from her fanny pack she pulled a pill
I thought, I'm here, I might as well
Soon I'm dancin like a drunk monkey 
while the drums and lasers danced with me
A dude gave me a back massage,
but I didn't care, I felt like God,
and that's when I looked up on stage
Skrillex up there pressin play
with a hairdo and a mac book pro,
I thought, I'm gettin me one of those
And I sang
(Dubstep breakdown)
So I called up Scotty and said, "We're set,
forget that fiddle, we're playin dubstep"
we downloaded some software illegally
the synthesizer sounds were free
we got a turntable, mic, and some other toys,
went up in my attic and started makin noise
put it all on top of some hard drum loops
facebook status, "Look what I produced!"
We got 23 likes and someone shared our page
so now all we needed was a name
we called it "$phincter" (with a dollar sign S)
and paid a blog to say we were the best,
that caught the eye of this one guy
who knew a girl, who knew another guy
who knew of a place that we could play a set,
the promoter said we were as underground as it gets.
The night of the show was like a dream,
"$phincter" spread 'cross the marquee,
the neon crowd came like a flood
of crazy clothes and crazier drugs
We wore fohawks and tribal masks,
pressed space bar, twisted knobs, and danced
That was our first taste of fame
They loved the way our laptop sang
And it went..
(Dubstep breakdown)
Well the twitterers tweeted everything
hashtag $phincter on every screen
our tribal masks on instagram
and a thousand likes from every fan
we played at TAO and EDC
they showed our house on MTV
we did a remix of a Skrillex track,
then Skrillex remixed our remix back.
That's right, Skrillex was playin our song.
One day we were up on stage, 
twistin knobs and pressin play
when behind us walked the man himself
and us three unleashed the gates of hell
backstage I was like a little kid,
"Skrillex did you see what we just did?
We'll do shows in Japan, and shows in Spain!
We'll call ourselves American House Gang!"
But he just shook his hair-do'd head
and said, "Sorry man, our time is dead,
some genius over at MIT
programmed his robot to do everything.
It builds the synths, it plays the drums,
it writes the songs, it invites everyone,
it has a new guest appearance every day,
they project a hologram up of it on stage..
Biggie smalls, Marilyn Monroe, Atila the Hun, you name it."
So I looked down and I thought real hard
How can we try and raise the bar?
What can we possibly create 
that this robot cannot simulate
something that can't be put in code
something from the human soul
then a lightbulb went off, and I said "I know!
Skrillex, can you play banjo?"
(Banjo solo)
I was in this band with a couple friends,
we had a fiddle, a bass, and a mandolin...and a banjo
we laid our case out on the strip
and we were singin songs for dollar tips
when a family went walkin by
and a little girl with big brown eyes
walked on up and threw in some change
so we all danced and we all sang
Hey mister tambourine man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy, and there's no place that I'm going to
Hey mister tambourine man,
play a song for me
In this jingle jangle morning, I'll come following you