Homemade Music

I ain't no video king

I still have to sing

For my supper each night

You may stand on the benches

I play in the trenches

Beneath the big spotlights

Lived in a suitcase for half of my years

I've got strange little voices that live in my ears

Hall monster, mall monster

I can't believe the old me no more

Chorus:

Homemade music down in the passion pits

Homemade music lots o grits but no hits

Homemade music is part of my philosophy

Oh cooking is a pleasure

And singing is a treasure

That most don't find

There ain't no harm in telling

I like to eat my mellon

Right on down to the rind

I had a hippie girlfriend when I was a kid

She died and went to the suburbs most of them did

Raisin' puppies, having yuppies

Where did all the wild ones go

Chorus:

Homemade music ain't on the radio

Homemade music searchin' high and low

Homemade music where did all the good songs go?

Bridge:

First there were records then cassettes and CDs

Bankers and lawyers then came the Japanese

Homemade music still making sense to me

Chorus:

Homemade music so funky and nice

Homemade music sits on very thin ice

But homemade music is part of my philosophy

Chorus:

Homemade music ain't on the radio

Homemade music searchin' high and low

Homemade music where did all the good songs go