Wrote a song, it was wrong from it's very first conception

Seemed I struggled on every line

It wasn't fast, wasn't pretty, wasn't serious or witty

The song that didn't rhyme



The band couldn't wing it, the singer couldn't sing it

The Drummer's always out of time

The DJ's were offended, my union card suspended

Billboard declared it a crime



The melody blows in a key that no one can find

The lyrics don't flow but I can't get it out of my mind

A three minute waste of your time

On a song that didn't rhyme 



It was bland, it was boring, all the groupies there were snoring

The first time we played it live

All the record guys got fired, the president retired

But somehow the song survived



The melody blows in a key that no one can find

The lyrics don't flow but I can't get it out of my mind

The melody blows in a key that no one can find

The lyrics don't flow but I can't get it out of my mind

A three minute waste of your time

No redeeming value of any kind

But thanks for the twelve ninety nine

On a song that didn't rhyme