Welcome to this song, which I wrote all myself It’s all about this song, which I did write It’s a filler track, so if you care to listen, help yourself But if you skip this one, I won’t hold it in spite I’m sitting in my bedroom knowing that I’ve only got one track To go until this compilation’s complete So I’m going to cheat, and rush it so that I can get a snack I feel bad, but can’t help but admit defeat
And I’m sure you’d love to know About some girl who with romantically I’m taking it slow But I don’t have the time to wait For a love story to propagate I’d much prefer to demonstrate My thoroughly excited state At this song which I do now create
Ah, This is a song about a song Ah, This is a song about a song
Self referential humour makes up most of what I do And so this tune should come as no surprise To the eyes that have followed me, that watch as I construe My observations from which ideas arise I can’t help but love it when I sing about me singing About me singing about my songs And I know that I should let go of this technique that I’m clinging But my cold dead hands is are you’ll have to take it from
And I’m sure you’d love to know About some story of a break up that I could bestow But I don’t have the time to wait For a love story to propagate I’d much prefer to demonstrate My thoroughly excited state At this song which I do now create
Ah, This is a song about a song Ah, This is a song about a song
And I should probably put a bridge here but I’m going to cut it short