Song Lyric
I keep going out, I guess
Searchin' for my muse
But all I get is drunk at best
The girls are not amused
I tell them it's November
And I've made myself a star
They ask "Do you remember, man?
How did you get that scar?"
I tell them NaSoAlMo did
It fell right on my head
They say, "You just lost the Alamo, kid
But what was that you said?"
I say "Give me just one month
And we'll be swappin' blood."
They say, "This was quite enough.
You are the anti-stud."
I say, "But I'm a photographer
Who'd like to shoot you nude."
They say, "Nice girls don't prefer
An artist who is rude."
I say, "I'm a solid guy,
I got a daytime gig."
They say, "Keep your day job.
Why, is it a farm for pigs?"
I say "No, I write the internets
That make the young girls dance."
They say, "Compute odds on this here bet
Cuz this is your last chance."
I say, "I write love songs too.
I'm NaSoAlMo proud."
They say, "I have no more words for you
That I pronounce out loud."
