I was a Brit, I made some hits
And then some schmaltz about some Fields of Gold
Some jazzy worldbeat, that really bit
Keeps me going for another show
Few more tickets sold
Keeps me going 'though I ought to fold
Music's growin' mold

Nada Como el Soul, Dream of Blue Turtles
Dad named me Gordon, how uncool, I know
Riffed on Bob Marley, now I'm just PC
Too many causes and too many notes
Wanted rock and roll
I'm not respected like Neil Young, although
I'm almost as old

De, do, do, do, de, da, da, da, da, d'oh
Lotta saxes but my songs just blow
De, do, do, do, de, da, da, da, da, d'oh
I'll keep on rolling like a neutered Stone
Fans I have outgrown

De, do, do, do, de, da, da, da, da, d'oh
Lotta saxes but my songs just blow
De, do, do, do, de, da, da, da, da, d'oh
I'll keep on rolling like a neutered Stone
Fans I have outgrown