Here we go again grabbing the pad and pen Think you got somethin’ to say Well let’s get it done today You got words in there Trying to make air Some that will dare Of others’, beware Alphabet soup within the brain kettle Bobbing, connecting surging to settle The choices to make Which ones to take To use or abuse Not to confuse 
Sometimes it’s over when I run out of lines Or thinking it’s over when I find no more rhymes Yes, for certain it happens at times Making a thought fit within the confines Of tempo and echo of sounding alike Try not to gripe unless that’s the purpose Of the words on the surface Must we be chic Putting meaning underneath or between what it seems
Here we go again grabbing the pad and pen Think you got somethin’ to say Well let’s get it done today You got words in there Trying to make air Some that will dare Of others’, beware Alphabet soup within the brain kettle Bobbing, connecting surging to settle The choices to make Which ones to take To use or abuse Not to confuse  Sometimes it’s over when I run out of lines Or thinking it’s over when I find no more rhymes Yes, for certain it happens at times Making a thought fit within the confines Of tempo and echo of sounding alike Try not to gripe unless that’s the purpose Of the words on the surface Must we be chic Putting meaning underneath or between what it seems