Hang On Paul

Someone`s gonna tell you and it might be me<br>There`s something on your face that even you can`t see<br>It isn`t your eyes and it isn`t your nose<br>You don`t have to sniff to tell you that it ain`t no rose<br>It`s something in your arrogant line<br>Your brain is tired of biding its time<br>You`re gonna blow up here<br>so Paul you got to make up your mind<br><br>You drag into the studio and don`t care why<br>You got a life as big as city hall and that`s no lie<br>The aging owner treats you to a couple of beers<br>Feeding you cliches about the thing between your ears<br>You wonder if its all he can say<br>You`ll find a better way to say it someday<br>But Paul you`re too busy stripping gears,<br>now Paul your life is dripping away<br><br>Hang in, hang out, hang on, hang on Paul<br>You`re having a ball<br>It`s your way of life and not mine<br>It`s so strangely easy to see<br>But you`re laughing so hard you could die<br><br>I`m not about to tell you what you should be doing<br>I tend to disappear when I smell trouble brewing<br>I understand exactly what`s the matter with you<br>We`re stranded here together in this paddleless canoe<br>I`ll take my chances in the water for now<br>It`s what my mother would have wanted anyhow<br>The life you`re living is over<br>but Paul, you`re no contented cow<br><br>They say being in show biz is a thrill<br>It makes your life a breeze, [...]<br>But you better do something Paul before it kills you, yeah<br>Paul, you`ve got to make up your mind<br><br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------