Clutch

There's a guy that don't get Clutch
But we still remain friends
Well, not so much friends, it's really one-sided
He still buys my records
Or, he doesn't so much buy my records
But engages in piracy
When he could just go to my website
And download them from me

But, why don't he get Clutch?
Is Neil Fallon just too much?
Doesn't he like rock and roll, oh
Why don't he get Clutch?

They've been around for a real long time
And they started up hardcore
Or a dumbed-down version of Helmet, or somethin'
But they'd relentlessly tour
And when they'd found their groove
They mixed in some Jazz and Blues
And a little bit of go-go too
The mob goes wild when they do

So, why don't you get Clutch?
Is Neil Fallon just too much?
Don't you like good rock and roll, oh
Why don't you get Clutch?

The gear-heads come in droves
Hoping for "Binge and Purge"
But Clutch don't play that song no more
They had to weed out the meat-head jerks
So, come on motherfucker, let’s throw down
Throw that record on the table
Hands up, who wants to rock, I do!
But not those people

Those folks that don't get Clutch
'Cause Neil Fallon's just too much
They don't like good rock and roll
So, they do not get Clutch
But, why don't they get Clutch?
They’re as divisive as Rush
They're like Tom Waits singin' for Black Sabbath
So, why don't they get Clutch?