Hang On Paul

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