I feel like Ringo   And it's rippin' my eyes out   And I feel like Ringo   Shimmy to the left   Shimmy to the right      I've made up a list,   That lives in my mind,   Of everyone helpful and everyone kind   These Fender guitars they tune up so nice,   And Greg says that "Amps are not a problem"      He lives in a disco,   But goes home to the suburbs   Where it's simply WORK, GIRLS, DRUGS and BOYS   Shimmy to the left   And shimmy to the right      I refer to this list,   This list in my mind,   Of everyone naughty, fucked up and unkind   Forget about rock stars,   Forget about mic's,   No W-bins, no W-bins, no W-bins      Now listen kids   I know as well as anyone   That sometimes things can get weird   Things can get bad   But there's one thing   Just one thing we all can do   Sing it to me kids   R.I.N.G.O.   That's right   R.I.N.G.O.   Uh huh, uh huh uh huh uh huh      Here it is, here it is   And go   Ooowwwww, uh   Oh yeah