Lyrics:

Ooh, oui
Ooh, oui
Ooh, oui
Ooh, oui

Well, I give up all my sculpturing
'Cause my life had gone all sad
I went to work down at the factories
It weren't art, but it weren't bad
So they put me on the assembly line
Putting plastic leaves on the plaster palm
And they shipped them off to Los Angeles
It weren't art, but it weren't wrong

Yeah, some say it's pathetic when you give up your aesthetic
For a blue collar job in the factory
But all that exhibiting is just too damned inhibiting
For a beer drinking regular guy like me

Ooh, oui
Ooh, oui
Ooh, oui
Ooh, oui, me