Homemade Music

I ain't no video king

I still have to sing

For my supper each night

You stand on the benches

I play in the trenches

Beneath the big spotlights

Lived in a suitcase for half of my years

I got strange little voices that live in my ears

Hall monster, mall monster

I can't be the old me no more

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Homemade music down in the passion pits

Homemade music lots o grits but no hits

Homemade music is part of my philosophy

Oh cookin' is a pleasure

And singin' is a treasure

That most dont' find

There aint' no harm in tellin'

I like to eat my melon right

Down to the rind

I had a hippy girlfriend when I was a kid

She died and went to the suburbs most of them did

Where did all the wild ones go

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Homemade music ain't on the radio

Homemade music searchin' high and low

Homemade music where did all the good songs go

Instrumental

First there were records, then cassettes and CDs

Managers, lawyers, then came the Japanese

But homemade music still makes a lot of sense to me

Homemade music is funky and nice

Homemade music sits on very thin ice

But homemade music is part of my philosophy

Homemade music ain't on the radio

Homemade music searchin' high and how

Homemade music where did all the good songs go