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
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