When It Sells - The Cats

Your company is only in for money

And honest managers are hard to find

On your own you’ll never hit the big time

And when you do the taxman robs you blind

Although your fans wil tear the place to pieces

You’ll never ever get a good review

The press won’t spill a word on your next album

And you won’t get the airplay if they do

Just tell the whites it’s country and western

Just tell the blacks it’s rhythm and blues

Just tell the intellectuals it’s jazzrock

And when it sells just tell them they can choose

Romantic highway life is only boring

You never get a decent meal to eat

The songs you write are mostly pretty ballads

And all your fans just like a drivin' beat

You know that drugs are ruining your body

You know speed kills so you’re just getting pissed

And off the booze you only live on downers

So you will not regret the chicks you missed

Just tell the whites it’s country and western

Just tell the blacks it’s rhythm and blues

Just tell the intellectuals it’s jazzrock

And when it sells just tell them

Just tell the whites it’s country and western

Just tell the blacks it’s rhythm and blues

Just tell the intellectuals it’s jazzrock

And when it sells just tell them they can choose