(I Feel Like...) Ringo - Custard

I feel like Ringo

And it’s rippin' my eyes out

And I feel like Ringo

Shimmy to the left

Shimmy to the right

I’ve made up a list

That lives in my mind

Of everyone helpful and everyone kind

These Fender guitars they tune up so nice

And Greg says that «Amps are not a problem»

He lives in a disco

But goes home to the suburbs

Where it’s simply WORK, GIRLS, DRUGS and BOYS

Shimmy to the left

And shimmy to the right

I refer to this list

This list in my mind

Of everyone naughty, f*cked up and unkind

Forget about rock stars

Forget about mic’s

No W-bins, no W-bins, no W-bins

Now listen kids

I know as well as anyone

That sometimes things can get weird

Things can get bad

But there’s one thing

Just one thing we all can do

Sing it to me kids

That’s right

Uh huh, uh huh uh huh uh huh

Here it is, here it is

And go

Ooowwwww, uh

Oh yeah