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