I'll take a ball of twine and I'll twirl ya
Like a yo-yo on the ground
Ya come up before ya come down
To a ball of twine you're like a yo-yo
Running on the ground
You come up before you fall down
Well God saved the Kinks
From the music and the big pinks
Cause sonny boy, well he's better than ya think
And there are things that I hear on the radio
Where they're singing all the same music
I'd rather listen to the jets from the kitchen sink
So God save the music, and God save the pinks