(A French Song) 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 a**embly 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