Оригинален текст
Wrote a song, it was wrong from its very first conception
Seemed I struggled on every line
It wasnt fast, wasnt pretty, wasnt serious or witty
The song that didnt rhyme
The band couldnt wing it, the singer couldnt sing it
The Drummer's always out of time
The DJs were offended, my union card suspended
Billboard declared it a crime
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics dont flow but I cant get it out of my mind
A three minute waste of your time
On a song that didnt rhyme
It was bland, it was boring, all the groupies there were snoring
The first time we played it live
All the record guys got fired, the president retired
But somehow the song survived
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics dont flow but I cant get it out of my mind
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics dont flow but I cant get it out of my mind
A three minute waste of your time
No redeeming value of any kind
But thanks for the twelve ninety nine
On a song that didnt rhyme