Collaborations Don't Work - FFS

Collaborations don’t work

They don’t work, they don’t work

Collaborations don’t work

They don’t work, they don’t work

Collaborations don’t work

They don’t work, they don’t work

I’m gonna do it all by myself

I’m gonna do it all by myself

Mozart didn’t need a little hack to chart

Warhol didn’t need to ask De Kooning about art

Frank Lloyd Wright always ate à la carte

Wish I had been that smart

Wish I had been that smart

Collaborations don’t work

You start off deferential

And strangely reverential

You both feel it’s essential

Collaborations don’t work

He’s eyeing your new lover

Then one night you discover

Them underneath your covers

Collaborations don’t work

Delaying your vacations

To sundrenched island nations

To seek some affirmations

Collaborations don’t work

A colon or a comm

And then a drawn-out drama

Bring in the Dalai Lama

Where is this damn thing a-goin'?

Where is this going, someone tell me

Starlight, rub off on me

Star bright, rub off on me

I don’t need your patronizing

I don’t need your agonizing

I don’t need your navel gazing

I don’t get your way of phrasing

I don’t think you’re really trying

What, pray tell, are you implying?

I ain’t no collaborator

I am the partisan

Rebel in the rocks with dirty trousers, broken pistol in the hand

I ain’t no collaborator

Hack my scalp if you think I am

I am a sadistic young usurper, a hand on your neck

Hand on your lover, oh, give the man a hand

I ain’t no collaborator

I ain’t no collaborator

I am the master, independent

If I ever need a father, it won’t be you, old man