I have a pen and a piece of paper,
But then who doesn't
And I have an idea too,
So I write it down.
And it doesn't look right,
And I don't really know what to do.
So I cross it all out and start again,
I'll finish it sometime,
Don't know when.
When the waste basket's full,
And the whisky is drunk,
And the progress is nil
And I'm into a funk,
I drop into bed,
Pull clothes over my head,
Tomorrow's sun burns clouds into vapour
But I've got another piece of blank paper.
