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 mr suit's big boys

Nine to fivers making all the noise

Making sure that no-one has the choice



I could 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

Then you'll clear the business







I could wear a hat, just like that

Send me down the steps

Send me down the stair

Look away to see



Maybe it's conspiracy

Put together by god and us who see

They knew where to be

Trey're cops unwrapped

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

Then you'll clear the business

I could wear a hat, just like that

Send me down the steps

Send me down the stair

Look away to see, too late.........



I'm too late



I'm too late



I'm too late