My Uncle Ernie had a wongleberry
It used to live along the side of his nose
On the whole it made a very good show
Y'know, I like being in the music biz
But it's not all fun
Hey sometimes it's also hard
So here's a tune that says
It's no wonder I'm so mad
When I see the chances that I had
blown away by businesses big boys
Nine to fivers making all the noise
Making sure that no one has the choice
I should tell them go to hell
Start a new sound give us some clean air
Open up a door for those who care
Churning out the crap, just like that
any old riff, gimme a spliff
It should do the business
I could wear a hat, just like that
Send me down the stair
Send me down the step
Learn the way you sing
Maybe it's conspiracy
Put together by gardeners who see
they do well to feed
their crops on crap
Ohhhhh
It's too late
I'm too late
I could never be
What they want me to be
Churning out the crap, just like that
any old riff, gimme a spliff
It should do the business
I could wear a hat, just like that
Send me down the stair
Send me down the step
Learn the way you sing
too late
I'm too late
I'm too late
I'm too late