Lyric Man

It's nine AM at the studio
The “Emo” band’s due in at noon
The producer is expecting me
To come up with the words for a tune

He says, "Boy, write me something alternative
With references vaguely obscene
Make it bad, out of time, and be sure it won’t rhyme
And don’t let us know what it means"

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Write us a song, you're the lyric man
Write us a song, although
Just make sure that it fits with a melody
That goes with the three chords we know

Now Krishnamurti can be mystical
And Dickens is known for prose
And the Bible can be inspiration for me
What the hell…I’ll just write about hoes

He says, "Boy I believe we are on the way."
As I go slowly walk back to my cube
"In two months we just may be the biggest thing
On MySpace, FaceBook and YouTube”

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now once I thought I’d be a novelist
And never use words that were crass
But those goals I am slighting with words that I’m writing
Like “I’ll put a cap in yo ass”

And the fans just don’t care about anything
As my mp3s play in their ears
Yes, they're sharing a common experience
But it really won’t help their careers

Write us a song, you're the lyric man
Write us a song, and then
When it hits #1 we’ll be calling you
To come back and write it again

It's a pretty good job for a lyricist
As the gigs just keep coming each day
'Cause the songs are the same, with a slightly changed name
And you can’t hear the words anyway

And the lyrics, they sound so emotional
And the meanings are cryptic and rank
And the singers just whine, “words of truth” they opine
And I’m driving my Porsche to the bank

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Write us a song, you're the lyric man
Write us a song today
There’s a new “next best thing” that we’re counting on
We need you to show us the way

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