If I hear Phil Collins once again, I will start acting insane,
Whitney Houston gives me the creeps, Michael Bolton is inane.
Peter Cetera, sings with Amy Grant,
Oh no, hearing this is like watching a plant

It's played in office environments; better drink more coffee.
You know all the songs by heart and they all have a smell like brie.
Will you turn it off? Won't you turn it off?
Please, please, what I wish you'd do, is turn that crap off

Why do I have to hear Mariah Carey?
Her voice has a five octave range, but her songs do nothing for me.
Every soft rock station bores me half to death
Play some jazz, or NPR, or I will start holding my breath.

They play the same artists every day and I think it really blows.
Why do people put up with this stuff nobody knows.
Classic rock and roll, it‘s good for your soul
Oh, no, soft rock radio, is like a black hole

I work in a cubicle. It is boring as Grant'sTomb;
The music is piped in all day.It feels like a mother‘s womb,
No one has a choice, a Big Brother voice.
Oh, no, what a numbing trap, it's like Saran Wrap

Every soft rock station bores me half to death
Anethesizes my brain, and kills my creative breath.

Every soft rock station bores me endlessly,
Play some jazz, or NPR, or I will start holding my breath.
Wo, oh, what I learned to dread, is the group called Bread.