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Wrote a song, it was wrong from it's very first conception |
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Seemed I struggled on every line |
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It wasn't fast, wasn't pretty, wasn't serious or witty |
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The song that didn't rhyme |
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The band couldn't wing it, the singer couldn't sing it |
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The drummer's always out of time |
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The DJ's were offended, my union card suspended |
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Billboard declared it a crime |
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The melody blows in a key that no one can find |
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The lyrics don't flow but I can't get it out of my mind |
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A three minute waste of your time |
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On a song that didn't rhyme |
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It was bland, it was boring, all the groupies, they were snoring |
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The first time we played it live |
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All the record guys got fired, the president retired |
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But somehow the song survived |
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Oh, the melody blows in a key that no one can find |
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The lyrics don't flow but I can't get it out of my mind |
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Oh, the melody blows in a key that no one can find |
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The lyrics don't flow but I can't get it out of my mind |
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A three minute waste of your time |
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No redeeming value of any kind |
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But thanks for the twelve ninety-nine |
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On a song that didn't rhyme |