Barenaked Ladies

I didn't ask to be famous
But I'm not sore
You can see my face in the window of every store
You can buy my lunch box
You can wear my clothes
You can see my name its as plain as the face under your nose
I'm a new kid on the block
Well I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach
And we may not write the songs we sing
But look at Elvis he sold his soul and you crowned him king
Listen to the song to see how these progressions fit into the structure,
but that's essentially it.
Have fun.
Liz Myers