Barking like a dog, like an angry little dog
With your hair all dyed and Krazy-glued
A hundred thousand bucks and your video still sucks
And your crummy band has not improved

Shut your pretty face
Shut your pretty, pretty face

I don’t give a shit about your video
I don’t give a shit about your video
I don’t give a shit about your video

Here’s a couple facts
Number one, you cannot act
Number two, can’t write a decent tune
Number three, you’re just a creep
With an overwhelming need
To be in everybody’s living room

Shut your pretty face
Shut your pretty, pretty face

I don’t give a shit about your video
I don’t give a shit about your video

Who gives a shit that you’ve got half a million dopey kids
Who stain their pants over the sight of you?
Whatever happened to just playing rock and roll
Instead of strategizing every single move?
Fuck your pretty face
Fuck your pretty, pretty face

I don’t give a shit about your video
I don’t give a shit about your video
I don’t give a shit about your video

I don’t give a shit about your video
I don’t give a shit about your video
I don’t give a shit about your video