None of their jive is clever,
yet these bozos do write the songs
by their words and deeds; little need to endeavor
as a tunesmith,
’cause they write the songs.

They write the songs with their worldviews that stink,
they write the songs; most should be in the clink,
they write the songs; little work must do I.
They write the songs, they write the songs

Their droning is deep doo-doo;
(to quote Bush number 1, not 2).
I’ve not much but a transcriber role. . .
embellish what’s said by these guys.
Talk dung becomes a take-off, thanks to some pol.

They write the schlock with their worldviews that stink,
they write the schlock; most should be in the clink,
they write the schlock; little work must do I.
They write the schlock each time they talk.

So, my tunes just take their rants
and make them into metrical chants
Transcribe what’s done by pols, and I’m in the groove.
I play a small part
In writing lyrics I impart,
’cause, you see, it’s this crew
that brings you what you see—
I’m the vehicle merely

This blighted throng makes most of the world shrink—
from right/left wrongs that to the high skies stink.
This blighted throng makes it easy for guys
to write down songs—well, transcribe songs.

I’m no tunesmith—I just ’scribe their songs.