Lyrics:

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 they 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