Don't Sing at The Table

Dont Sing at The Table
Lyrics by Leslie Clemmons
Music by Leslie & Rod Clemmons
2006

I sang along with the radio every chance I got.
My 45s would save me when the shouting went up.
I sang in my room, sang in the shower, sang for the guests
To make mom proud, I would sing any time, anywhere,
But there was one place I could not.

Chorus: Dont sing at the table, youre not allowed.
Eat what I put on your plate and
Get off of your cloud.
Dont sing at the table, youre not allowed.

I sang along with the radio every chance I got.
Till the DJs couldnt play what
Wall St. would not.
Theres not a shadow of a doubt
In my own house I can sing at my table
My crazy man is able the conversation is music,
Not how the suits abuse it.

Chorus: Dont sing at the table, youre not allowed.
Eat what I put on your plate and
Get off of your cloud.
Dont sing at the table, youre not allowed.

I sing along with the radio every chance I get,
But my radio is tuned to Triple A.
I dont swim in the mainstream at least not yet
Cause my music lives on the Internet,
They wouldnt let me sing at their table,
But on NPR Im able.

Chorus: Dont sing at my table, youre not allowed.
Eat up all your processed food and
Get off of my cloud.
Dont sing at the table, youre not allowed.

Yeah, I know the rules of the house,
Pay to play is not my style.
You forced me to eat your processed food,
And now my butts too wide, to fit
In your Simons idol box,
By the way, I am too old and my love for commercial Radio
Has just grown cold.

Chorus: Dont sing at my table, youre not allowed.
Eat up all your processed food and
Get off of my cloud.
Dont sing at my table, youre not allowed.
Its an all you can eat Indie buffet, got our own clear channel now.
Dont sing at the table, youre not allowed,
Dont sing at the table.