When I look back upon some songs
It´s always with an argus eye
I sometimes end the words to sly
For every word prolonged an inch
No matter pi or grr or tinge
There´s a reader that will flinch
It´s a...
It´s a...
It´s a...
It´s a fix!
Its suffix!

Every zing I ever wrote
Every word-prolonging dot
Every pacing-making out
Every ing you´ll ever spot
It´s suffix!

At school they had a spelling bee
Some nerd won, I came eightyfree
I never did suckseed
Too many words I ended y
Like kosher, flash or going bi
And to "thing" it makes some cry
It´s a...
It´s a...
It´s a...
It´s a fix!
Its suffix!

Every word of mass distract
Every second after prime
Every hyphen I contract
Every birth of a new rhyme
It´s a fix!

Readers, forgive me, I try hard to make it
Submitted a new song, then saw a "teh" in it
Wherever there´s comas, I probably had one
Grammar, it fools me, verbs are worse than nouns
But I sometimes get it wright

So when I look upon my zings
It´s always in a state of fear
I always need a six-pack beer
For every word in my matrix
There are some abbr-rhyming tricks
And some faults therein the mix
It´s a...
It´s a...
It´s a...
It´s a fix!
With suffix!

Every time I´m going/dutch
Every spell-check surgery
Every rhyme-supporting crutch
Every transword´postropheeee...
It´s a fix!

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