Roll over, Beethoven

Turn out that light

I'm tired of your rhythm and blues

Just for one night

Yes you were chosen

So give it a rest

Well I would talk to you but

You're going deaf

I'm making movements to the door

I just can't give my consent to settle your score

It's, it's post modern

It's, it's after the war with all that

Vintage wine and cheese

On your bedroom floor

I'm getting tired of discussing the poetry of your second act

I switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you

Who gives you permission

To accuse me

I know they've commissioned

Your latest symphony

Well I'd love to hear it played

I love to hear it all

Well all those flowing lines

So neo-classical

We're making money at the door

I just can't give my consent to settle your score

It's, it's post modern

It's, it's after the war with all that

Vintage wine and cheese

On your bedroom floor I'm getting

Tired of discussing the poetry of your second act

Psychoanalyzing just how I react to your

Your latest creation it's

Delusional grandeur

So switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you

In your face there's a requiem

Not the hint of dissipation

We've been over where you've been

Turns out you're just looking for a little divine

Inspiration

But it, it's post modern

It's, it's after the war with all that

Vintage wine and cheese

On your bedroom floor I'm getting

Tired of discussing the poetry of your second act

Psychoanalyzing just how I react to your

Your latest creation it's

Delusional grandeur

So switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you

I can't stand to look at you

I can't stand to look at you

Can't stand to look at you

I can't stand to look at you