Yeah... I'd like to have a hit song ... But I don't want to ... write lyrics that ... make sense


I want to be heard throughout the nation
ee cummings did not use punctuation
People think I'm lazy a bit crazy that I don't wanna write good lyrics
Write good lyrics
I like money I hope to rake it in
I want to make so much it's a sin
But I won't take the time to write good lyrics ... write good lyrics

I wonder what my great song will be about
Cyrano de Bergerac had a big snout
I'm too lazy to even think of a topic
I have a work ethic but it's microscopic
When I start to think my brain hurts like a swelling
Paul Bunyan is big he needs a large dwelling
Call me Marcel Marceau I'm liked best when I'm silent
Usually wars tend to be very very violent
This song is still pointless and I still have no clue
The fairy godmother says bippity boppity boo
What I like is green and shows dead heads of state
People who are tardy are very often late
I very seldom make sense although I'm often talkin
Fats Domino sang a song called "I'm walkin."
I hope my song will sell so I will be rich
You look really dirty like you fell in a ditch

Rocking chairs gummy bears I like cheese
But not as much as I like these
I'm holding up money I case you can't see
I am not as tall as a redwood tree
I saw a pig yesterday at 6:30
Reminded me of you it was dirty
I'll stop talking about you now you don't deserve the attention
There are some things I wont say they're not worth of mention
I'm long winded with a short attention span
I've never seen a door that came in a can
Sometimes when I'm talking I just stop listening
Look at that shiny stuff I think its glistening
I wanna put more money in the bank
Things that are dark are often dank
I want this song to sell so I can be rich
I won't talk about you since you fell in a ditch

I want money yeah I really want cash
Bobby Pickett sang about the monster mash
A song that'll sell is what I wanna sing
Money to me I hope this song'll bring

I think snickers bars are delicious
Some might say I'm a bit avaricious
I want to be a millionaire without answering questions
Don't wanna think enough to make a rhyme for questions
I need to think of something to fill up this space
Unless their opponent falls asleep slow and steady loses the race
Of sensible rhymes I have a lack
I'll even resort to a wiggida wiggida wack
What that means I do not know
It does rhyme with the word lack though
You'll buy my record and I'll be rich
No I'm not talking about the girl who fell in a ditch

There are many songs sung throughout the year
Many about love that is so sincere
Many of the songs are soon forgotten
I don't think any are about picking cotton

I want money yeah I want cash
Bobby Pickett sang about the monster mash
A song that'll sell is what I wanna sing
Cash to me I hope this song'll bring