Cowe
I'm a writer
I'm a poet
Out of spiter and I know it
I don't need to hear your guitar
I'll write my review from the bar
Should go far
I'm a critic with position
Paralytic
You musician
I'm weary of punk and new wave
I invented them both anyway
Sad to say
Up town
Hanging around
Street bar
Town to town
I'm a ligger with a trigger
Up
Down
'Round and 'round
Feet don't touch the ground
I'm ready
I'm a dedicated hound
I'm a wino midnight worker
With a biro
I'm a lurker
I'll get you a deal in the chart
Or stop you before you can start
That's my art
Up town
Hanging around
Street bar
Town to town
I'm a ligger with a trigger
Up
Down
'Round and 'round
Feet don't touch the ground
I'm ready
I'm a dedicated hound
I'm a prier and a trier
And I'm a liar on the wire
Just leave me your dressing room key
You did say that booze was for me
Better be
Up town
Hanging around
Street bar
Town to town
I'm a ligger with a trigger
Up
Down
'Round and 'round
Feet don't touch the ground
I'm ready
I'm a dedicated hound