| Song | I am a Song |
| Artist | Electric Six |
| Album | Zodiac |
| I was traveling on, moving on the road to my | |
| Jehova.It was the only thing | |
| I knew how to do. | |
| She was banging and gone | |
| She was banging and banging it over and over | |
| She said you better get some music in you | |
| And you know | |
| I’m saving some | |
| From the person | |
| I’ve become. | |
| And if you are willing to wait long, something better always comes along. | |
| I am a song | |
| I am a moral subsidy | |
| I am a song | |
| An angry three minute symphony | |
| Yes I belong to the society a piety to love | |
| But I still need someone to show | |
| Now babyI was hanging around, | |
| I was hanging around at the bottom of the food chain, looking for you. | |
| You were burrowing down, you were caught in a struggle with your vajayjay | |
| Is there anything | |
| I can do?Cause | |
| I can lend a helping hand | |
| Be careful where you stand | |
| Cause I turn into king kong | |
| When the coffee gets too strong | |
| I am a song | |
| An evil simons melody | |
| I am a song | |
| In an unusual key | |
| I am a song | |
| A three minute symphony | |
| Yes I belong to the society a punishment and merriment of love | |
| I fit you like a music glove | |
| You were bringing me down | |
| You were hymning and humming about the apocalypse | |
| Why are we stuck in an elevator? | |
| I had to turn you around | |
| And wise you up to bring you back to your grips | |
| You can thank me for it later. | |
| We couldn’t have come this far, without a very special car | |
| Someday we’ll right the wrong | |
| Og Julienne and the jingjing longs | |
| I am a song | |
| And though my words don’t often rhyme | |
| I am a song | |
| With a refreshing twist of lime | |
| Yes I belong | |
| I’ll let my music rule, cause it’s something to for with love | |
| But I’m not bigger than love | |
| No I’m not bigger that love now baby | |
| Come on, come on baby. |
| I was traveling on, moving on the road to my | |
| Jehova. It was the only thing | |
| I knew how to do. | |
| She was banging and gone | |
| She was banging and banging it over and over | |
| She said you better get some music in you | |
| And you know | |
| I' m saving some | |
| From the person | |
| I' ve become. | |
| And if you are willing to wait long, something better always comes along. | |
| I am a song | |
| I am a moral subsidy | |
| I am a song | |
| An angry three minute symphony | |
| Yes I belong to the society a piety to love | |
| But I still need someone to show | |
| Now babyI was hanging around, | |
| I was hanging around at the bottom of the food chain, looking for you. | |
| You were burrowing down, you were caught in a struggle with your vajayjay | |
| Is there anything | |
| I can do? Cause | |
| I can lend a helping hand | |
| Be careful where you stand | |
| Cause I turn into king kong | |
| When the coffee gets too strong | |
| I am a song | |
| An evil simons melody | |
| I am a song | |
| In an unusual key | |
| I am a song | |
| A three minute symphony | |
| Yes I belong to the society a punishment and merriment of love | |
| I fit you like a music glove | |
| You were bringing me down | |
| You were hymning and humming about the apocalypse | |
| Why are we stuck in an elevator? | |
| I had to turn you around | |
| And wise you up to bring you back to your grips | |
| You can thank me for it later. | |
| We couldn' t have come this far, without a very special car | |
| Someday we' ll right the wrong | |
| Og Julienne and the jingjing longs | |
| I am a song | |
| And though my words don' t often rhyme | |
| I am a song | |
| With a refreshing twist of lime | |
| Yes I belong | |
| I' ll let my music rule, cause it' s something to for with love | |
| But I' m not bigger than love | |
| No I' m not bigger that love now baby | |
| Come on, come on baby. |