A poem into a song, not the worst idea in the world
I come up with the lyrics
Go about getting some fresh-faced singer from a band to add his voice
He can take as much of the plaudits he likes
‘Cos I’ll be happy with my bit
And if groupies do ask where they came up with the lyrics
To that No.1 song
All he has to do is point in my direction
I’ll be waiting with a smile upon my face
Grateful of the opportunity
Or maybe I go about buying a left-handed guitar, go about learning how to play
But what about the singing voice
Maybe I go about taking one of the groupies onboard
One who can sing of course
How do I know that they have a strong voice
You can go ahead and take a guess on that one