In a world we call our own there's lots of room to roam

Plenty of time to turn mistakes into rhyme

There's a place for those who love their poetry

It's just across from the sign that says, "Pros only"



So if you like a band with a chick singer,

Say your cup of tea is a wall of trombones

If you dig Menudo, or MDC we salute you the way we know

For every one with dollar signs in his eyes

There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of

Rhythm section want ad

No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad

I'll tell you why



Hats off to the new age hairstyle made of bones

Hats off to the use of hats as megaphones

Speak softly, drive a Sherman tank

Laugh hard, it's a long way to the bank



Do you sing like Olive Oyl on purpose

You guys must be into the Eurythmics

For every one with dollar signs in his eyes

There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of

Rhythm section want ad

No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad

And here's the reason why