Oui

Oui, oui

Oui, oui



Well, I give up all my sculpturing

'Cause my life had gone all sad

I went to work down at the factory

It weren't art but it weren't bad



So they put me on the assembly line

Puttin' plastic leaves on the plastic palms

Then they shipped them off the Los Angeles

It weren't art but it weren't wrong



Yeah, some say it's pathetic

When you give up your aesthetic for a blue collar job in the factory

But all that exhibiting is just too damn inhibiting

For a beer drinking, regular guy like me



Oui, oui

Oui, oui, me