| 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 |