You said, "hey, would like to write a folk a song?"
I said, "Yeah, when I'm done with my yoghurt
Then I'll call the bank and sort through this mail
Hey, where did you put the granola?"
But I've got three chords and they're simple to play
And the tune is the sort people know
Yeah I know the kind, just let me put up these shelves
And then I'll be ready to go
The hardest part about writing a song
Is caring enough to begin with
I know there's washing and dishes to do
But at this rate we'll never finish
You were the one who suggest this first
And I've got my own stuff to do
Don't worry, man, I'll be right there
I just have to polish my shoes
There are some tricks to getting this done
We'll write a verse where there's nothing but strums
We'll write a verse where the last line is hummed
*Hums*
The hardest part...
The sun's going down, haven't eaten all day
Yeah, man, I know how you feel
I don't think you get it, I'm tired of this sheet
Hold that thought, here's a blog about seals