This little song has nothing much to say
The words I sing all quickly pass away
The melody is nice, I think I'll sing it twice
While I play the song with nothing to say
Don't you like the way that this part goes
And the way I sing it through my nose
And then it does this here, just why it does isn't clear
It's a cliche, but it might help get some air play
For the song with nothing to say
Repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition
I respect you too much, ever to
Influence you with my point of view
This kind of purity is quite a rarity
In music today, sourcing with pride if I may
This song has nothing to say