Billy Banker, he's a wanker And a young blood, yet he's given a key Makes them money, but it's funny Because before this he sold those ads on TV The greatest records will never get heard Lost on shelves in a mothers basement somewhere Thanks to Billy there's still plenty Of shelves and basements, for generations to share It's not about the swing and cut of your jib It's all about what they can sell to the kids You can fake it, til' you make it they'll say Who's to know, who's to know, who's to know? There's of a heap of, eager blue bloods Primed and ready, to sell their honor away Nothing new there, but the catch is It's been packaged, in an indie rock frame Here's the problem, did he rob them? A&R men, they wanna' go for the win "What's the point in, losing funding On a great band, if they can't sell a thing?" It's not about the swing and cut of your jib It's all about what they can sell to the kids You can fake it, til' you make it they'll say Who's to know, who's to know, who's to know?