Came and heard you band the other night,
i stayed as long as my patience could stand,
moody glances from an angst ridden band,
three chords and microphone or thats the rumor,
is it a gig or a jig, cos you like like michael flatfeet,
is this skiffle or not cos im having trouble finding a beat,
and it seems that everyone i meet, wants to form something or other.
personally i'll just sign on the dotted line and be like me,
i just dont listen, i never listen, vacantly nod and smile in your direction,
your look is pulled straight out of vogue, good boy good dog, get yourself a job.
and if i could be one of the pogues, i like to be one of the remaining teeth,
put it on your plastic, put it on , your made of plastic,
so your traditionally magic, motavationally tragic.
hamster cages, anger management enrages.
couldn't seem to feel your plan the other night,
i said goodbye and waved my hand,
lost chances desperation you repeated your advances,
two trumpets and a trombone,
brasso and a soft rag this seems to be the new sound,
are you just struggling to complete that verse,
chords for a chorus that dont even exist?
gonzo clenched at us waving fists,
big beat and rhythm, oh no its techno,
building blocks on computer screens,
lego for our little babies,
thats
ABCDEFG
that is (once again)
ABCDEFG
no H
ABCDEFG
