(A French Song)
Ooooooo ui
ooooooo ui
ooooooo ui
ooooooo ui
Well I give up all my sculpturing
'Cause my life had gone all sad
An I went to work down at the factory
It weren't art... But it weren't bad
So
They put me on the assembly line
Puttin plastic leaves on the plastic palms
Then they shipped then off the Los Angeles
Yeah it weren't art... But it weren't wrong
Now some say it's pathetic
When you give up your aesthetic
For a blue collar job in the factory
But all that exhibiting
Was just too damn inhibiting
For a beer drinking
Regular guy... Like me
ooooooo ui
ooooooo ui
ooooooo ui
ooooooo we