| This means nothing to me |
I don't know why I spend my time writing songs I can't believe |
We can't even think of a word that rhymes |
Well some of these verses, they've got me quite cross |
| Don't care wether all our songs rhyme |
with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme |
You sang your song for much too long |
'cos today Nothing rhymed |
| my style's like a chemical spill |
now I spend my time just making rhymes |
My rhymes is heavy like the mind of Sister Betty |
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street |
| if your rhymes sound like mine, I'm taking a percentage |
many times, we're given rhymes that are quite unsingable |
Poets often use many words To say a simple thing |
I'm havin trouble sayin what i mean, with dead poets and a drum machine |
| Nowadays music is all about fee the soul is caged |
Make up your own rhyme, Don't rely on mine, 'Cos it's silly |
We stand out like chubby people in checkers |
We let the music jangle |
| can't find the truth within my song |
I need help to show me things to say |
The tune don't have to be clever, And it don't matter if you put a couple extra syllables into a line |
The way I rhyme I think it's time |
