There Are All Kinds Of Everything

There are all kinds of everything, But not for me, not for me; There is that radio big thing, But not for me, not for me; For all I want to do is play and sing, Play and sing. There's all kind of twisting pleasures, On the move and going nowhere; Hidden Internet's streaming treasures Here, but though mostly there, Giving high hopes and some leisures. Yes, there are all kinds of everything, But not for me, not for me; There is that puppet on a string, But not for me, not for me; For all I want is play and sing, Play and sing. I just sit and kind of wait, Hoping still that I am not too late; Finding out what I really want, For there's so much to understand, In this comprehensible debate. There's all kind of trusty thing, But not for me, not for me; What hope will it then all bring? If it's not for me, not for me. 'Cause all I want to do is play and sing, Play and sing!