Hang On Paul

Someone's gonna tell you and it might be me

There's something on your face that even you can't see

It isn't your eyes and it isn't your nose

You don't have to sniff to tell you that it ain't no rose

It's something in your arrogant line

Your brain is tired of biding its time

You're gonna blow up here

So paul you got to make up your mind



You drag into the studio and don't care why

You got a life as big as city hall and that's no lie

The aging owner treats you to a couple of beers

Feeding you cliches about the thing between your ears

You wonder if its all he can say

You'll find a better way to say it someday

But paul you're too busy stripping gears,

Now paul your life is dripping away



Hang in, hang out, hang on, hang on paul

You're having a ball

It's your way of life and not mine

It's so strangely easy to see

But you're laughing so hard you could die



I'm not about to tell you what you should be doing

I tend to disappear when i smell trouble brewing

I understand exactly what's the matter with you

We're stranded here together in this paddleless canoe

I'll take my chances in the water for now

It's what my mother would have wanted anyhow

The life you're living is over

But paul, you're no contented cow



They say being in show biz is a thrill

It makes your life a breeze, [...]

But you better do something paul before it kills you, yeah

Paul, you've got to make up your mind




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