What will I do with the song in my head C Will none of these sentences ever be read Warden explains: pencil equals a year Record exec is guided by what his kids hear
They need a gimmick F A hymn to the great C You should learn to keep silent G F And submit to your fate C
Do you fear for your sanity? Maybe there’s cause For those songs don’t belong in Feeble heads such as yours
What will I do with the song in my head If the other kids notice me writing I’m dead Tear up the notebook and stab with the pen It’s happened before I don’t want it to happen again
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What will I do with the song in my head The neighbours complain if I so much as tread They can’t understand what I’m doing all day Music’s not work and you know it’s not going to pay