The Show Biz Food Chain Lyrics

At the bottom of the show biz food chain
Lives a little band called
The Toy-oy-oyes
At the bottom of the show biz food chain
Oy-oy-oy

No one really listens to reggae music
And the way you play it sounds like noi-oi-oise
What target market demographic gives a rat's ass?
Oy-oy-oy

You're not a pretty picture
With your strange strange mixture
Of pot songs and reggae songs
And trying to be funny
And I hope you're not hurting
'Cause one thing is for certain
You're never ever
Gonna make the slightest bit of money

At the bottom of the show biz food chain
Please don't tell me you're surpri-i-ised
You're at the bottom of the show biz food chain Aï-aï-aï

You got the short woman in the foliage
And the singer with the weirdo voi-oi-oice
What are you some kind of novelty act?
Oy-oy-oy

Just in case you missed it
You're all show biz misfits
And you're happy so happy
It makes me want to spew
And you are so out of format
That you'll never cross the doormat
And labels aren't signing
Anybody over twenty-two

At the bottom of the show biz food chain
Please don't tell me you're surpri-i-ised
You're at the bottom of the show biz food chain
Aï-aï-aï

At the bottom of the show biz food chain
Lives a little band called
The Toy-oy-oyes
At the bottom of the show biz food chain
Oy-oy-oy