I get the feeling that you’ve heard what I’m singing, heard it all before So you know if it was up to me, you’d be right here to keep me honest It’s nothing new, it might be plagiary not theoretical novelty The well’s run out and all the water’s muddied Beyond a doubt, beyond the pale You’re the only one who counts when I repeat myself I get the feeling that you know what I’m saying, heard it all before As you know if it was up to me, I’d be right there, open to critique It’s just a few, loyal listeners left, they’re tuning into past frequencies They’re taking it in house your pitch was the same last year Beyond a doubt, beyond the sale You’re the only one who can count when I repeat myself Running low on clout, my lenders are collecting Beyond a doubt, beyond the tail You’re the only one who can count, when I repeat myself