Went to the store to buy me a pen   The pen wouldn't write so I traded for a hen   The hen wouldn't lay so I traded for a ray   The ray wouldn't shine so I traded for a vine   The vine wouldn't swing so I traded for a ring   The ring wouldn't fit so I traded for a hit   The hit wouldn't run so I traded for a gun   The gun wouldn't shoot so I traded for a flute   The flute wouldn't blow so I traded for a hoe   The hoe wouldn't heave like holes in a sieve   Like folds in a sleeve and I think it's time to leave   So don't underestimate the power of the pen   Because the power of the mind translates into the pen   And if the power of the pen comes from w/in   Like the power of the mind that makes you think   Just think will this pen ever run out of ink?   The pen kept gliding on a piece of paper   The hand was guiding it 'cuz sooner or later   Thoughts would emerge everytime I get   the urge to write on a pad all the thoughts I ever had   We write the right rhymes so don't try to bite mine   In spite of this you still write to spite   We write the songs that make people sing along   You write for a fee and make a lot of enemies   You dig for the dirt get cash for the trash   How much would it cost for you to kiss my ass?   Because the pen is mightier than the sword   Heavens to Betsy, oh, my Lord!   If you believe, you shall receive   And if you deceive, we will besiege   Because the power of the mind translates   into the pen And if the power of the pen comes from within   Like the power of the mind that makes you think   Just think, will this pen ever run out of ink?   Yeah?use a pencil