Sorry for the felonies of my pen
I cannot help it when I sit and write
And I think in lyrical ways
I fill my notebook up with cliches, ehs

Sorry for the felonies of my pen
I cannot help it when I sit and write
And I think in lyrical ways
I fill my notebook up with cliches, ehs

If I paid you a compliment, I would call you a shining star
If a loved one was distant, but I was persistent, I'd say there is no bridge too far
If there's a dream or wish, I'd say it gets trapped inside a jar
And if a guy's living in Boston, I'd say he parks the car in Harvard Yard

I'm full of hot air like a toaster
My words are a dime per twelve
I Yakkety Yak like a Coaster
Guess I could use some writing help

Sorry for the felonies of my pen
I cannot help it when I sit and write
And I think in lyrical ways
I fill my notebook up with cliches, ehs

Sorry for the felonies of my pen
I cannot help it when I sit and write
And I think in lyrical ways
I fill my notebook up with cliches, ehs

If someone is unflappable I know I'll call them a rock
If somebody's life is chock full of strife, I will say it is hard-knock
And if I am really sure an event's gonna happen, it's a lock
If what I write wasn't said before, that ought to be an enormous shock

Some words have bite like a cobra
My words have a bite like trees
My words fall flat like old soda
So ticked off I've got rhyme disease

Sorry for the felonies of my pen
I cannot help it when I sit and write
And I think in lyrical ways
I fill my notebook up with cliches, ehs

Sorry for the felonies of my pen
I cannot help it when I sit and write
And I think in lyrical ways
I fill my notebook up with cliches, ehs

I could be like Melanie
Which means I would sing in a brand new key
I should change the song up musically
I can't do all that much lyrically

I could be like Melanie
Which means I would sing in a brand new key
I should change the song up musically
I can't do all that much lyrically

La la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
See the notes are different
La la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
Well they're kinda different

Sorry for the felonies of my pen
I cannot help it when I sit and write
And I think in lyrical ways
I fill my notebook up with cliches, ehs

Sorry for the felonies of my pen
I cannot help it when I sit and write
And I think in lyrical ways
I fill my notebook up with cliches, ehs