Sing Your Own Song

Long ago I had a dream
A man came up to me
He gave me paper and a pen
And a cast-iron guarantee
He said "Write six words, make the next line rhyme
Learn four basic chords
When you've got the third line, well, in next to no time
You'll be wanting more"

Well, I didn't wanna know about a quid pro quo
Or why he was picking on me
Guess he didn't know that I was tired of school
And bored of poetry
So I played along, stifled a yawn
Perhaps he was wrong in the head
And when I woke, I found a note
And this is what it said:

You can write your own words
You can sing your own song
And it doesn't really matter if you're out of tune
Or if no one sings along
You can write your own words
And you can make your own rules
And it doesn't really matter how cool you are
Or what grades you got at school
When you sing your own song

So I took the advice, suffice it to say
That the rest is mystery
And if anyone out there's nervous or scared
I suggest you listen to me

You can write your own words
You can sing your own song
And it doesn't really matter if you're out of tune
Or if no one sings along
Cos if you do what you like
And you like what to do
Then someone somewhere knows you're there
And the world may come to you
When you sing your own song

Now I'm married and I have two kids
And we sing songs all the time
My four-year-old just makes them up
Sometimes with explanatory mime
No one's told her that it's difficult yet
That isn't in her head
So we sing her song all evening long
Right until it's time for bed