More Versifying...
Can We Book This Studio by the Minute?
You know I've got ya
And Its gonna cost ya
It may be wrong
That I'm so young
I can't really sing
This voice ain't me
But we got this thing
Called 'technology'
I'm monotone
Till the mixing session
Around four chords
In anthemic progression
Don't write no lyrics
Don't write no tunes
They just need The Face
Or they could use baboons
I'm a ladies' man
I'm cool and mean
Make all my fans damp
And I'm just sixteen!
(Here comes the rap bit...)
'So right'... er... 'tonight'...
'baby'... um... 'love me'...
'love ya'... hmm... er... 'above ya'
…um... 'can't you see?'... '(something, something + preposition) me'...
Dance bit,
Chorus,
End.
