Letras:They Might Be Giants. Rhythm Section Want Ad.

In a world we call our home there's lots of room to roam
Plenty of time to turn mistakes into rhyme
There's a place for those who love their poetry
It's just across from the sign that says, "Pros Only"

So if you like a band with a chick singer,
Say your cup of tea is a wall of trombones
If you dig Menudo or MDC we salute you the way we know
For every one with dollar signs in his eyes

There must be hundreds who look at you
As if you're some kind of rhythm section want ad
No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad
I'll tell you why

Hats off to the new age hairstyle made of bones
Hats off to the use of hats as megaphones
Speak softly, drive a Sherman tank
Laugh hard, it's a long way to the bank

Do you sing like Olive Oyl on purpose?
You guys must be into the Eurythmics
For every one with dollar signs in his eyes

There must be hundreds who look at you
As if you're some kind of rhythm section want ad
No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad
And here's the reason why

Hats off to the new age hairstyle made of bones
Hats off to the use of hats as megaphones
Speak softly, drive a Sherman tank
Laugh hard, it's a long way to the bank

Do you sing like Olive Oyl on purpose
You guys must be into the Eurythmics
For every one with dollar signs in his eyes

There must be hundreds who look at you
As if you're some kind of rhythm section want ad
No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad
And here's the reason why

Rhythm section want ad, no others need apply to
The rhythm section want ad and here's the reason why
Why, why?