Lyrics

My Uncle Ernie had a wombleberry
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 businesses big boys
Nine to fivers making all the noise
Making sure that no-one has the choice

I should 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
That'll do the business
I could wear a hat, just like that
Silly dance step
Silly dance step
Learn the way you sing

Maybe it's conspiracy
Put together by gardeners who see
they do well to feed
their crops on crap,
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
That'll do the business
I could wear a hat, just like that
Silly dance step
Silly dance step
Learn the way you sing,
too late.........

I'm too late

I'm too late