You sang about the blues
And played those Dixieland refrains
Jesus was alright with you, and
So were passing trains
But now I hear a song
Tells me that something's come unwound
Oh, Doobies
Don't change your classic sound

It wasn't you that started
That old crazy 80s fling
Where sappy crooners whined
About romantic emo things
And yes it's true, this prob'ly ain't
The way you wanna be
Oh, Doobies
It's your record company

It's hard to love a band
Who's been severely bowdlerized
And the wants and the needs of the kiddies today
Doobies, I realize
But before too long, this Michael guy
Will really bring me down
Oh, Doobies
Don't change your classic sound

It's over now cause
I can hear the tinkling of his keys
And there it is, that cloying voice
That's puttin' me to sleep
And if I was there I'd muzzle him
Just like a yappin' hound
Oh, Doobies
Don't change your classic sound

Oh, Doobies
For God's sake, lose the clown