The idea of not needing to conform, but to be true to oneself.
Synth/voice; Shueh-li Ong, drums/voice; John Martinez, guitar; Dean Parks, bass; Curtis Randall, power chords/pick gtr; Boo Massey.
Music by Shueh-li Ong, Lyrics by Ong & Martinez.
I know you think I'm crazy, that I wear my hair this way,
You wonder why I stand alone, my musical tastes, are ok
I know you think it is neat, that I can write my own beat
You want a piece of my style, it'll be stellar you and me.
Don't be fooled by imitations, Don't be caught by the fad
How you hold a guitar doesn't matter, though the whammy bar is rad
You know who you are baby, the non-dairy creamer
A substitute for the real world thing, oh what a screamer!
Don't be fooled by imitations, it's no good for you, baby?!
Ain't nothing like the real thing
A true original, I'm just being me
I'm like no one else, and I'll never be
Time to lose the masks, and drop your guard
Pretending to be what you're not, is way too hard