We write our own songs
That sometimes are crap
We pencil each line
As they fall in our trap
A song people will play
To make them feel good
A catchy hook line
as all Melodie’s should
[verse]
So what is a tune
that you whistle every day
That it came from my thoughts
And won’t go away
I made an ear worm
Of whimsical taste
Now you’re hypnotised
With this lyrical stuff
[chorus]
We’re writing the songs in our heads all night
Turning wrong notes into something right
If it’s stuck in your mind, then we did our part
Just a little tune from our big old heart
Sing it loud, even if it’s off key
If it’s stuck with you, it was meant to be
[verse]
Sometimes the words don’t mean a thing
We filled this verse with
a banana disco string
Section of lyrics that sort of scan
Empty lines waiting on an empty page
So sing green eggs and ham
[chorus]
We’re writing the songs in our heads all night
Turning wrong notes into something right
If it’s stuck in your mind, then we did our part
Just a little old tune from our big old heart
Sing it loud, even if it’s off key
If it’s stuck with you, it was meant to be
[bridge]
Enough now we heed your call
This is the bit where you can put the kettle on
For eight bars or ten we’ll break it down
Until we bring the chorus back
And complete this song
[chorus]
We’re writing the songs in our heads all night
Turning wrong notes into something right
If it’s stuck in your mind, then we did our part
Just a little old tune from our big old heart
Sing it loud, even if it’s off key
If it’s stuck with you, it was meant to be
