By the light of the lamp I sit to type-my notes on tab at my side I don't see the sun much these days A fluorescent tan covers my hide How much impact shall I have this time? My goal today is to reac the deadline I write between the lines I deal with fantasy I report the facts Give them to me, please
Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box Get out of my way I've got something to say
The pulse is beating louder now The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys My social life is at an end so it seems to be Why don't I trample on your lawn today? I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey I write between the lines I deal with fantasy I am the pressman Acknowledge me
Mother always told me never stray too far from home The little lady said, "Boy, you'll never have to be alone, Because," You build with fountain pen You create the memory stain You are the pressman Stand up straight, boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
