My Uncle Ernie had a *Wongleberry*
  It used to live along the side of his nose
  On the whole it made a very good show
  
  Y'know, I like being in the music biz
  But it's not all fun
  Hey sometimes it's also hard
  So here's a tune that says...
  
  It's no wonder I'm so mad
  When I see the chances that I had
  Blown away by Mr Suit's big boys
  Nine to fivers making all the noise
  Making sure that no-one has the choice
  
  I could tell them go to hell
  Start a new sound give us some clean air
  Open up a door for those who care
  
  Churning out the crap, just like that
  any old riff, gimme a spliff
  Then you'll clear the business
  I could wear a hat, just like that
  Send me down the steps
  send me down the stair
  Look away to see
  
  Maybe it's conspiracy
  Put together by God and us who see
  They knew where to be
  Trey're cops unwrapped
  Ohhhhh
  
  It's too late..........
  I'm too late..........
  I could never be..........
  What they want me to be.........
  
  Churning out the crap, just like that
  any old riff, gimme a spliff
  Then you'll clear the business
  I could wear a hat, just like that
  Send me down the steps
  send me down the stair
  Look away to see, too late.........
  
  I'm too late
  
  I'm too late
  
  I'm too late