I was traveling on, moving on the road to my Jehova.

It was the only thing I knew how to do.

She was banging and gone

She was banging and banging it over and over

She said you better get some music in you

And you know I’m saving some

From the person I’ve become. 

And if you are willing to wait long, something better always comes along. 

I am a song

I am a moral subsidy

I am a song

An angry three minute symphony 

Yes I belong to the society a piety to love

But I still need someone to show 

Now baby

I was hanging around, I was hanging around at the bottom of the food chain, looking for you.

You were burrowing down, you were caught in a struggle with your vajayjay

Is there anything I can do?

Cause I can lend a helping hand

Be careful where you stand

Cause I turn into king kong

When the coffee gets too strong

I am a song

An evil simons melody

I am a song

In an unusual key

I am a song

A three minute symphony 

Yes I belong to the society a punishment and merriment of love

I fit you like a music glove



You were bringing me down

You were hymning and humming about the apocalypse 

Why are we stuck in an elevator?

I had to turn you around

And wise you up to bring you back to your grips 

You can thank me for it later.

We couldn’t have come this far, without a very special car

Someday we’ll right the wrong

Og Julienne and the jingjing longs

I am a song

And though my words don’t often rhyme

I am a song

With a refreshing twist of lime

Yes I belong

I’ll let my music rule, cause it’s something to for with love

But I’m not bigger than love

No I’m not bigger that love now baby

Come on, come on baby.