I keep on scribbling In the spare room I'm living in?(But these? I'm living in)? Why do I keep wasting time I keep on writing, writing But them folk aint biting, biting Maybe the bait aint juicy enough So I'm switching, chucking spice in Add some flavour,?, silly rhymes and three-time beats, yeah But that aint me - nah, nah, nah It just aint me?(So like me, alight me These are the words of this be true)? Sending them out with love and faithfully, Hopefully, there'll be something to be caught Life is too short to store our grudges Life is too long to make no plans I'm counting up time that I aint using (1, 2, 3, 4...) I need a good use for all these lines, and lines, and lines, and lines... (Repeat all)