So, here I sit   Pen hangs forever an inch above the page   Feels just like schoolwork   Thought I’d be through with all that by this age   Caffeinated ideas race to and fro I can’t catch even one   Two hours to go   Someone remind me that this should be fun       I’m tired of trying   To express what’s not there   Forming opinions worthy to share   I’ve got things I’m thinking but why would you care?   Who am I?       ‘Cause on the ki-ki-kinda day like today   When I-I-I’ve got nothing to say   I feel that my-my-my words get in the way   Of what the fi-fi-five of them are trying to play   So please do-do-don’t pay attention to me   ‘Cause I’m go-go-goin’ broke lyrically   And if a po-po-poet’s what I wanted to be   A micropho-pho-phone’s not something I’d need   C’mon!       Still here I sit   Minutes to go and I’m losing my cool   I start to resent   All those of you who swear by the rule   That great rock n roll isn’t just something you pick up and play   But great rock n roll should always have something of value to say