Pretty packaging don't really mean a thing
Its what seems to matter most of all these days
In a world where super models set the bar
Politions still look great
Flat out lyin' to your face

You can be a star
If you just look the part
Its all an image thing
You'll come to understand

Set some joker up on stage
And watch him fall
As your pickin' up the tab
For his designer clothes

So heres your present
I had to wrap it in the funnies
Don't have alot of money
So I give you my songs
Well you can take em
And you can make em your own
You can bring em along
For that cold and lonely day
Pretty packaging don't really mean a thing
Its what's inside that matters most of all you know

Corperate radio ain't got no soul
It was sold a few years back
And now they break for songs
The folks on music row
They all but ran me out
They didn't like my looks
Nevermind my songs

So heres your present
I had to wrap it in the funnies
Don't have alot of money
So I give you my songs
Well you can take em
And you can make em your own
You can bring em along
For that cold and lonely day
Pretty packaging don't really mean a thing
Its what's inside that matters most of all you know