My heart begins a’ pounding, my spirit knows it’s true,
The boys in the basement have left me, and I’ve not written since I wish I knew.
They packed brown leather suitcases with their hats and their socks, boarded at Inspiration Station and set out for writers block.
Being ignored must have made the boys bored, and one day they said poo poo.
we’re quite done with you too if we can’t be of use, we’ve got better things to do.
They tipped their hats and said ta-ta.
You won’t write a decent word without us, but we regret we’re moving on,
You see if you don’t use your talents one day they’ll be gone.