This is a song about Morgan   It’s not real long or played on an organ   It’s just a tribute to a girl    From California      Well Morgan sits at home   Eating from a box of Ritz   A UFO lands in the yard   And inspiration hits   She goes outside to greet   Her guests from the stars   They say they have to go   But they hand her a guitar      This is a song about a song   This is a song about a song      Well Morgan escaped    Out a window one day   And she went around the world   Yeah, she went sailing away   And when she got back home   She decided to play   Hey hey hey      And Morgan says “maybe love won’t   Let you down. All of your failures   Are training grounds. And just as your back’s turned,   You’ll be surprised,” she says, “as your solitude subsides.”      Well I saw her standing there   She was sitting in a chair   And she was blond with   dark brown hair   and she suffered from the heat   of the stagelight’s glare   in the air! And   Everywhere      This is a song about a song and you might say    I can’t write a song about that and I   Say that you’re wrong   You’re so wrong, so   God damn wrong   You’re so wrong   You’re so    god damn wrong   You’re so goddamn wrong   You’re so goddamn wrong   You’re so goddamn wrong   Cuz it’s my song   About a song