Last Tuesday I sat across from another stupid record lable boss He told me I made the notes a bit too perfect Should try to be more like the Strokes Made me so depressed that now I can't get out of bed He wouldn't know an artist if I kicked him in the head I saw the bra** ring and I'm never ever gettin' it I realized this afternoon while driving to Connecticut West Hartford is pretty far From Philadlephia... About five hours in the car! It gave me time to think about my life And now I have no doubt Unless I get a nipple ring unless I shave my head I better call a doctor to pronounce my career dead I saw the bra** the bra** ring I'm never, ever gettin' it I realized this afternoon while driving to Connecticut I've read that there was a time when there were record execs Who would love to hear a well constructed melody That kind of person would do well with me But now it seems they only want you if you're angry And you play two chords and shout out some obscenity And since I don't do that the hell with me Ohhhhh!! La la la la la la la!!! They're supposed to be in or they can't understand How a song played on my guitar would sound right by a band They'd really like to sign me, but they're sorry, they're not able Because Howie Day did not sell enough units for the label! And just because my face is something less than photographic Then I don't have 14 year old girls in my demographic I could go on and on with their pathetic little excuses I'd have to drive all the way to Ma**achusetts! Well I saw the bra** ring and I'm never, ever gettin' there Yeah, I saw the bra** ring and I'm never, ever gettin' there Yeah I saw the bra** ring And I'm never, ever, never, never, ever, never, ever, never, never, ever... I saw the bra** ring and I'm never, ever gettin' there I realized this afternoon while driving to Connecticut