✪ Jeff used to be a guitar teacher.

✪ Pierre was throwing up in the bathroom just before the video shoot for "I'm Just A Kid".

✪ David likes skating.

✪ The band often wear clothes with "Role Rodel" on them. This is because the webmaster of the official site, Patrick, created the logo. Patrick tours with the band and appears in their videos.

✪ For some reason, Jeff likes to eat sour peaches!

✪ David used to work at McDonalds restaurant.

✪ On November 29th, 2002, Simple Plan's tour bus crashed on the way to Chicago, luckily, the band were alright, and didn't suffer any serious injuries.

✪ Seb takes pleasure of other people's misfortune.

✪ David likes to pee in the shower.

✪ In their live performance of Addicted at the Electric Christmas Show, 2002, Jeff uses a left handed guitar.

✪ Pierre likes to eat Ben and Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

All Lyrics from album 'Get Your Heart On!', all tracks lyrics
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"You Suck At Love"


[i]We started off incredible
Connection undeniable
I swear I thought you were the one forever
But your love was like a loaded gun
You shot me down like everyone
'Cause everyone's replaceable
When you're just so incapable
Of getting past skin deep

[Chorus:]
Guess what, another game over
I got burned, but you're the real loser
I don't know why I've wasted my time with you
You're bad news, a history repeater
You can't trust a serial cheater
You're good at hooking up but you suck at love

You played me like an amateur
Then stabbed me like a murderer
I'm left for dead, another one of your...

Oh oh oh let’s go
My Fender strat sits all alone
Collecting dust in the corner
I haven’t called any of my friends
I’ve been MIA since last December
My blackberry’s filled up with E-mail
My phone calls goes straight through to voicemail

Cuz on the street, or under the covers
We are stuck like two pieces of velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It doesn’t matter what I do,
No, I can’t keep my hands off you
(can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
Can’t keep my hands off you
(can’t keep my, can’t keep my)

There’s fungus growing in the icebox
All I got left are Fruit Roll-Ups
My clothes are six months old
But I don’t care, no no no I don’t notice
My bills pile is so high, it is shocking
The repo man just keeps on knocking

Cuz on the street, or under the covers
We are stuck like two pieces of velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It doesn’t matter what I do,