Songwriter
(verse 1)
Well I got this pad of paper
With the lines in groups of five
Yeah I got this pad of paper
To help my verses come alive
When the muse she come a knockin'
I'll be as ready as can be
Yeah when the muse she come a knockin'
I'm sure she'll kill my apathy
Cuz' it's a long hard road I travel
To the halls of great renown
But my tale will not unravel
And the Man won't keep me down
(chorus 1)
Cuz' I'm gonna be a songwriter
Songwriter
I'm gonna be a songwriter tonight
I'm gonna be a real songwriter
Critics and crowds delight
(verse 2)
I got this rhyming dictionary
My vocab to augment
Eight ninety-five at Borders
This book is heaven-sent
Well I only know five chords
But that's two more than three
Yeah I only know five chords:
F, A, D, G, C
I stare at this blank page
Will I ever make it big?
I wanna prance around on stage
And wear a long-hair wig
(chorus 2)
Cuz' I've gotta be a songwriter
Songwriter
I've gotta be a songwriter tonight
I've gotta be a real songwriter
Critics and crowds delight
(verse 3)
Well I got me here a contract
And my agent says to sign
Yeah I got me here a contract
With my name on the dotted line
Now my tour kicks off in Vegas
With its bright lights and its sins
Yes my tour kicks off in Vegas
Where I hear the house always wins
Then it's off up to Seattle
Where I've never been before
But the tour bus has a rattle
And the drummer's such a bore
(chorus 3)
But now I am a songwriter
Songwriter
I'm a songwriter in demand
I am a real songwriter
Critics and crowds be damned
(verse 4)
People tell me I've sold out
It used to be about the music, man
People tell me I've sold out
But I'm doin' the best I can
Now my second album's tanking
They say the first one was the best
Yeah my second album's tanking
Guess I'm just like the rest
And now I'm staying here in rehab
It's not really all bad
But the walls are all so drab
And the food's the worst I've had
(bridge)
Last week I stabbed my throat
With my favorite lucky pen
They took it away and I forgot what I wrote
And now I'll never write again
(chorus 4)
But once I was a songwriter
Songwriter
I was a songwriter all right
I was once a real songwriter
But now I've given up the fight
(chorus 5)
Son if you want to be a songwriter
Songwriter
If you want to be a songwriter real bad
Well I was a real songwriter
So don't end up like Dad
Well I got this pad of paper
With the lines in groups of five
Yeah I got this pad of paper
To help my verses come alive
When the muse she come a knockin'
I'll be as ready as can be
Yeah when the muse she come a knockin'
I'm sure she'll kill my apathy
Cuz' it's a long hard road I travel
To the halls of great renown
But my tale will not unravel
And the Man won't keep me down
(chorus 1)
Cuz' I'm gonna be a songwriter
Songwriter
I'm gonna be a songwriter tonight
I'm gonna be a real songwriter
Critics and crowds delight
(verse 2)
I got this rhyming dictionary
My vocab to augment
Eight ninety-five at Borders
This book is heaven-sent
Well I only know five chords
But that's two more than three
Yeah I only know five chords:
F, A, D, G, C
I stare at this blank page
Will I ever make it big?
I wanna prance around on stage
And wear a long-hair wig
(chorus 2)
Cuz' I've gotta be a songwriter
Songwriter
I've gotta be a songwriter tonight
I've gotta be a real songwriter
Critics and crowds delight
(verse 3)
Well I got me here a contract
And my agent says to sign
Yeah I got me here a contract
With my name on the dotted line
Now my tour kicks off in Vegas
With its bright lights and its sins
Yes my tour kicks off in Vegas
Where I hear the house always wins
Then it's off up to Seattle
Where I've never been before
But the tour bus has a rattle
And the drummer's such a bore
(chorus 3)
But now I am a songwriter
Songwriter
I'm a songwriter in demand
I am a real songwriter
Critics and crowds be damned
(verse 4)
People tell me I've sold out
It used to be about the music, man
People tell me I've sold out
But I'm doin' the best I can
Now my second album's tanking
They say the first one was the best
Yeah my second album's tanking
Guess I'm just like the rest
And now I'm staying here in rehab
It's not really all bad
But the walls are all so drab
And the food's the worst I've had
(bridge)
Last week I stabbed my throat
With my favorite lucky pen
They took it away and I forgot what I wrote
And now I'll never write again
(chorus 4)
But once I was a songwriter
Songwriter
I was a songwriter all right
I was once a real songwriter
But now I've given up the fight
(chorus 5)
Son if you want to be a songwriter
Songwriter
If you want to be a songwriter real bad
Well I was a real songwriter
So don't end up like Dad