This sad, old world contains
Far too many boring rock n roll bands
And each time I hear them play
I get to think about what makes a difference
Well, I’m sure it isn’t me
And I’m sure you won’t agree with what I’m saying
This town, it overflows with lots of mediocre preferences
But where does good taste get you?
At least not into bed with anyone
But I’m sure you won’t agree
And you’ll say there’s only me to blame
For all the petty things that fetter me, ridiculously