We're sensitive guys and we sing old out-dated songs.
We're sensitive guys and we sing old out-dated songs.
This record won't sell and the women all think we're goons.

Nobody likes our music; they wanna hear stuff that's loud.
Nobody likes our music; they all want stuff that's loud.
Don't fit with the folkies. Don't fit with the disco crowd.

Gonna finish this verse and then I'm gonna quit this band.
I'll finish this verse then I'm walkin' out on this band.
I'll leave my sweet mama and move to some unknown land.

(Suit's Crybaby Blues - R. Crumb and the Cheap Suit Serenaders)