The Real Thing
Music by Chris Roscoe, Lyrics by Ken Blaze
I saw your pictures of miss Monroe,
Jackie Kennedy, old soup cans and Grace Jones
And what they told me was that there was a time
When pop could mean a different thing to the world
I want the original
A classic every time, a taste I've come to know
I wonder what, what you would think of us now
We all grew up on the Beatle sound
And now I look around its no where to be found
I know that pop could be a different thing
I know that pop should be - the real thing
And it bums me out that this culture bleeds
With the fools and rules that make our scene so uncool
And the attitudes that alter everything
It's all we got to make a mark on the world
Make it original.
No formulaic themes by robotic beauty queens.
I wonder what, what you would think of us now.
We all grew up on the Beatle sound
And now I look around its no where to be found
I know that pop could be a different thing
I know that pop should be - the real thing
(The real thing) and it bums me out
(The real thing) and it burns me up
We all grew up on the Beatle sound
And now I look around its no where to be found
I know that pop should be - the real thing
©2001 (CRoscoe, KBlaze) BMI
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"The Real Thing" is available on the CD The Real Thing
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