you sit there all day putting meaning into songs
if you're looking for a hit, you're going about it all wrong
all that psychobabble and mouthfulls of clever
i'll tell you when you'll hit the charts... how about never?
well i have studied on this and my calculation's true
here's a little tip that could work for even you
you gotta sing high, then even higher
gotta look sensitive, mess up your hair
but not like you meant to, sing things like 'you're beautiful'
and then repeat the line. and then repeat the line.
repeat the line
you're not getting any younger, you're sure no pretty face
you got like, what, maybe a dozen friends on myspace?
you lost all your blue-collar credibility
you google your own name, you get kenny rogers or kenny g
no, the way i see it, you got one choice to make
right now you're caught between a folk and a hard place
you gotta sing high, then even higher
gotta look sensitive, mess up your hair
but not like you meant to, sing things like 'you're beautiful'
and then repeat the line. yeah. repeat the line
i'll tell you what you need, consider it a gift
before the brass ring is too heavy to lift
you do what i say, get a nice looking band
you'll soon have the critics eating out of your hand
don't forget the breakdown
who wants to hear your politics, you foaming at the mouth?
forget about playing anywhere even near the south
maybe out in oregon they're still hugging trees
but here we'd just as soon not think about the world, so please
if you feel you must spout off about your day
could you do it in that pleasing, androgynous sort of way?
and sing it up high. no... higher. sensitive. hair.
you're beautiful, it's true.
and then repeat the line. repeat the line.
shawn pelton... drums
marty ballou... bass
duke levine... ac & el guitar
kenny white... piano, B3
angela reed, dee carstensen, amy helm, catherine russell... background vocals