IT'S JUST ABOUT TIME

    
WELL I'VE HEARD OF DRY SPELLS,
BUT THIS ONE'S A DROUGHT.
ALL MY FRIEND'S HAVE GOT ONE,
WHILE I GO WITHOUT. 
A BLANK PEICE OF PAPER,
WITH NO MELODY.
I NEVER THOUGHT THIS,
COULD OF HAPPENED TO ME.

NOW IT'S JUST ABOUT TIME,
THAT I WROTE A SONG.
IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS,
SINCE ONE'S COME ALONG.
AND THE MONEY FROM THE LAST ONE,   
IS ALREADY GONE.
IT'S JUST ABOUT TIME,
THAT I WROTE A SONG.