A Song - Loudon Wainwright III

Here’s a song

For someone else to sing

With a universal

And generic ring

It’s all about the same old stuff

That you like and can’t get enough of

How’s about a minor chord right here

Wasn’t that rather pleasant in your ear?

And here’s a song with not a lot to say

But when you see it it’ll sound okay

You bet there’ll be a video

We’ll flesh it out for radio

Now it’s high time that I play that change again

It’s haunting you like an annoying friend

It’s true that you like what you get

You get what you’re given

God knows what the hell you’ll like

That’s why he’s up in heaven

Here’s a song I didn’t even write

It came to me one rainy April night

I had been drinking I was bored

Next to me our fat gray cat snored

I’m afraid it’s time for you know what

The cat’s awake, I fear I woke him up

So that’s enough of that

Now I’ll shut up