When I'm thinking of the pages still unwritten Staring at that empty page fills me with anger and with rage It gives me chills, it makes me age
When I think of all the pages to be written I'll write the lines, contrive the plot I'll take the praise and all the knocks And every word and in each line is a creation that's all mine
In 80 days 200 pages to be written Still they're saying (When will it be written?) I don't know (When will it be written?) I don't know (When will it be finished?) When it is done!
Writing is my occupation, money is the motivation Must maintain my reputation, looking for some inspiration
[From the musical, but not on the demo:] Another line, another tale, another chapter to unveil Another page, another book, but no one knows the toil it took [?]
(When will it be written?) (Soon it will be written) (So let it be written, let it be done)
Pressures from the left and right keeping me awake at night [?] finish it in time, the time has come for us to see some Oh let it be finished, let it be done
All the knowledge ever learned, every peak and every plain Every action, every stage, starting in every age
Nothing for another Frenchman, who then? I promised my publishers and even more horrifying creature Than a sea monster from 20,000 , more fantastic though Than the prehistoric reptiles in the centre of the earth But now I am faced to my greatest disputed challenge The most icy inscrutable creature known to science: an Englishman
Now it's time to start the chain reaction Clear my mind, begin this new idea Treat the beast with great respect, entrap it with my intellect
(When will you deliver?) I don't know (When will you deliver?) I don't know (When will it be written?) When it is done!
(How can this be written?) I don't know (Yes, it must be written) I don't know (When will it be written?) When it is done!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
