Homemade Music Lyrics

I ain't no video king I still have to sing for my supper each night You stand on the benches I play in the trenches beneath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years I got strange little voices, live in my ears Hall monster, mall monster, I can't be the old me no more
Homemade music ain't on the radio Homemade music, searchin' high and low Homemade music, where did all the good songs go?
Cookin' is a pleasure Singin' is a treasure that most don't find There ain't no harm in tellin' I likes to eat my melon right on down to the rind
I had a hippie girlfriend when I was a kid She died and went to the suburbs, most of them did Raisin' puppies, having yuppies, where did all the wild ones go?
Homemade music ain't on the radio Homemade music, jam it in, close the door Homemade music, where did all the good songs go?
First there were records, then cassettes and cd's Managers and lawyers, then came the Japanese But homemade music still making sense to me
Homemade music is funky and nice Homemade music skates on very thin ice Homemade music is part of my philosophy
Homemade music ain't on the radio Homemade music, jam it in, close the door Homemade music, where did all the good songs go?
Homemade music, give me my homemade music Homemade music, should be on the radio
Don't dig that regular bunk The Neville Brothers' got the funk And homemade music should be on the radio