Ringo (i Feel Like)

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, fucked 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

R.I.N.G.O.

That's right

R.I.N.G.O.

Uh huh, uh huh uh huh uh huh

Here it is, here it is

And go

Ooowwwww, uh

Oh yeah