I was travelling on
Moving on the road to my Jehova
It was the only thing I knew how to do
She was banging a gong
She was banging and banging it over and over
She said "you better get some music in you"

And you know I'm saving some
From the person I've become
And if you're willing to wait long
Something better always comes along

I am a song
I am a moral subsidy
I am a song
A three minute symphony
Yes I belong
To the society of piety and love
But I still need someone to show it now, baby

I was hanging around
I was hanging around at the bottom of the food chain
It was the only thing I knew how to do
You were burrowing down
You were caught in a struggle with your vajayjay
Well, is there anything I can do?
Cause I can lend a helping hand
Cause I turn into King Kong
When the coffee gets too strong
I am a song
An evil siren's melody
I am a song
In an unusual key
Yes I belong
To give punishment and merriment and love
I fit you like a music glove, now baby

You were bringing me down
You were hymning and humming about the Apocalypse
While we're stuck in an elevator
I had to turn you around
Had to wise you up, bring you back to your grips
Well you can thank me for it later

But we couldn't've come this far
Without a very special car
Some day we'll write the wrongs
Of Joe Lean & The Jing Jang Jong

I am a song
And though my words don't often rhyme
I am a song
With a refreshing twist of lime
Yes I'm up long
I'll have my knees removed cause it's something to do with love
But I'm not picking it up now baby