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Wandered to the baker's shop, asked for the sweetest cake they got They said you're from Milky Wimpshake and you play pop so you can take the fucking lot I said "No, no, you've got me wrong the cake is a metaphor, I only want one In any case, you must be drunk cos Wimpshake isn't pop, it's punk" Went down to the punk rock show Hoped for wild thrills, but I didn't know Paid my three quid, and walked to the front I started dancing like I'm out to lunch I said "Yes, yes, you've get the funk You're even better than an LP called Kerplunk And, by the way, I am not drunk and I have no plans to become a monk This is a B-side So under a bushel, I'm going to hide all my good ideas I'll finish this song like I finish a beer Went down to the bottom line There's more to a song than making it rhyme And you can write them anytime but there's no point, without good lines Oh, but okay, you can have good tunes You can sell your record with a free balloon You can get your singer to dress up fine but the song won't stand the test of time This is cyanide Even though I'm joking, my arrogant crime could make you all turn away but I'm still gonna sing every day |
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