Strings of Nashville

Don't be a toy on the back of a magazine

Don't, don't be a toy on the back of a magazine

There's a caricature no one reads

I know you've got a lot of special things to do with me

I'm through, I know, it's alright

Sing along, sing along, sing along

Practice everything you preach, you nun

I got none today, expecting none tomorrow

And tomorrow, after that release the strings of Nashville

And watch the songs expire and silence is danger

But it's not required here, so why you scared?

I know, you got a lot of special things to do with me

I'm through, I know, it's alright

Sing a song, get you through the night, get you through the night