I keep my notebook open all the time

I keep my pencil lead sharp and very fine

One night I sat and stared from six till nine

In all that time, I wrote a line

 

This bloody writing takes up all my time

The words go spinning round inside my mind

My brain is always searching for a rhyme

Because one time, I wrote a line.

 

I've got a real bad case of writer's block

I feel I'm always up against the clock

If I come up with somthing I'm in shock

Last night was fine, I wrote a line

 

Perhaps my brain's gone rusty over time

I tried some WD40 mixed with wine

And tumbling keep the words now just out fine

Many's the time, I wrote a line

 

Now I just sit here rocking all the time

I wear the straightest jacket they coud find

And now my mouth and brain just won't align

They won't align, I wrote a line.