Song Lyrics
I m in a cellar and i have to stay in, here comes the young reporter The, i want the secret that you were about to get
they came back to transport me
Here comes the young reporter, rope is tied around my hands and feet
this is the story about a writer of songs
In his overcoat, is he coming in time for me The, i m on the tape recorder
this is the story about a writer of songs
I m in a cellar and i have to stay in, he ll have to write a song whether it s right or wrong
I ll have to write a song, if you move a little bit you re dead
is he coming in time for me
whether it s right or wrong
rope is tied around my hands and feet
In his overcoat, i ll get used to music mystery The, i m in a cellar and i have to stay in
Click clack turn the key, i want the secret that you were about to get
he ll have to write a song whether it s right or wrong
I want the secret that you were about to get, is he coming in time for me, tonight they win
I m on a record and i ll have to stay on, in his motorboat The, this is the story about a writer of songs
in his motorboat
In his motorboat, click clack turn the key Reporter, i m on the tape recorder
This is the story about a writer of songs, it s on the playlist with a little luck it s number one
In his overcoat, whether it s right or wrong Young, he ll have to write a song whether it s right or wrong
In his motorboat, this is the story about a writer of songs, rope is tied around my hands and feet
I ll get used to music mystery, if you move a little bit you re dead
He ll have to write a song whether it s right or wrong, in his overcoat