It's very logical, yet quite insane when you're Still sitting wond'ring trying to give it a name, ahah-ahah-ahah Like to compare it with uh..what would you say about uh... Alright I will find a name anyway, ahahahahahah This is a tiresong tale about a critical ear I guess I'm going to give it to you extremely clear When the band starts to play and the lights grow dim He opens his gate to let the soundwaves in When his mood is good, he takes a positive seave When his mood is sad, soon he's going to grieve There is no absolute quality, nor absolute taste But he has to do his job, there is no time to waste Now mr. Bias, his friend, has said: That's real rock n roll You have to back that group boy, they won the last poll He knew he shouldn't take the words of mr Bias for sure But his influence is strong and so hard to obscure To be objective is not easy cause you need some tool For to estimate music there is no estimating rule Now he writes something down, he doesn't care he's to blame He just has to say something, so gives it- sorry...gives it a name