Something right

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