Todd n Ringo


	He was just 50, he was a returnee
 	He ended up on Conan with that dog who peed
	To befriend the Beatle, his pants were worn
	Now a new generation hears Cream, reborn

 	Todd n Ringo
 	Todd n Ringo

 	They had lost an eagle to strum on tour
 	When old Joe Walsh said that hell had froze some more
 	Now the sound was thinner from what he'd done
 	So he passed it off to his favorite Runt

 	Todd n Ringo
 	Todd n Ringo

 	Ringo don't you write for me
 	Ringo don't you sing for me
  	Ringo don't you write for me
  	Ringo don't you sing for me

 	To The Man who owns the band
 	We're all the same
 	But if he sees a roach is lit
 	Then he'll be stomping out the flame!

 	Todd n Ringo
 	Todd n Ringo

 	And the Fool, the Foamy, and the compensation
	Create a thirst for Clapton in the Ringo fan
	It's a waste of bud, all the sobriety
	Or just Patron moneys for TRTV
 
 	Todd n Ringo
 	Todd n Ringo
	Todd n Ringo

	Todd n Ringo
	Todd n Ringo
	Todd n Ringo

 	Ringo don't you sing for me
 	Ringo don't you write for me Todd n Ringo
	Todd n Ringo

 	Ringo don't you sing for me
	Ringo don't you write for me
 	Don't you write for me, 
	OooOoohhhh
	Todd n Ringo

	Ringo don't you sing for me
	Ringo don't you 
	Don't you write for me
	Don't you sing for me
	Don't you write for me
 	Todd n Todd n Todd n Todd n Ringo

	Ringo don't you sing for me
 	Ringo don't you write for me
	Todd n Ringo