Just Like That Testo

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