"Write what you know," so they say.
All I know is I don't know what to write
Or the right way to write it.
This is big, lady, don't screw it up.
This is not some little vaudeville
I'm reviewing.
Poor, little kids versus rich, greedy sour pusses:
Ha! It's a cinch, it could practically write itself.
And let's pray it does 'cause as I may have mentioned,
I have no clue what I'm doing.
Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for.
Well, that, plus the screaming of ten angry editors.
A girl? It's a girl. How the hell? Is that even legal?
Look, just go and get her.
Not only that, there's a story behind the story.
Thousands of children exploited, invisible. Speak up!
Take a stand, and there's someone to write about it.
That's how things get better.
Give life's little guys some ink,
And when it dries, just watch what happens.
Those kids will live and breathe right on the page,
And once they're center stage,
You watch what happens.
And who's there with her camera and her pen
As boys turn into men.
They'll storm the gates
And then just watch what happens when they do.
Picture a handsome, heroicly charismatic,
Plain-spoken know-nothing
Skirt chading cocky little son of a--
Lie down with dogs and you wake up
With a raise and a promotion.
So he's a flirt, a complete ego-maniac.
The fact is he's also the face of strike.
What a face. Face the fact, that's a face that could save us all
From sinking in the ocean.
Like someone said, power tends to corrupt,
And absolute power--wait, wait, corrupts absolutely!
That is genius! But give me some time.
I'll be twice as good as that six months from never.
Just look around at the world we're inheriting,
And think of the one we'll create.
Their mistake is they got old.
That is not a mistake we'll be making.
No sir, we'll stay young forever!
Give those kids and me the brand new century,
And watch what happens.
It's David and Goliath: do or die,
The fight is on and I can't watch what happens.
But all I know is:
Nothing happens if you just give in.
It can't be any worse than how it's been.
And it just so happens that we just might win.
So whatever happens, let's begin!
All I know is I don't know what to write
Or the right way to write it.
This is big, lady, don't screw it up.
This is not some little vaudeville
I'm reviewing.
Poor, little kids versus rich, greedy sour pusses:
Ha! It's a cinch, it could practically write itself.
And let's pray it does 'cause as I may have mentioned,
I have no clue what I'm doing.
Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for.
Well, that, plus the screaming of ten angry editors.
A girl? It's a girl. How the hell? Is that even legal?
Look, just go and get her.
Not only that, there's a story behind the story.
Thousands of children exploited, invisible. Speak up!
Take a stand, and there's someone to write about it.
That's how things get better.
Give life's little guys some ink,
And when it dries, just watch what happens.
Those kids will live and breathe right on the page,
And once they're center stage,
You watch what happens.
And who's there with her camera and her pen
As boys turn into men.
They'll storm the gates
And then just watch what happens when they do.
Picture a handsome, heroicly charismatic,
Plain-spoken know-nothing
Skirt chading cocky little son of a--
Lie down with dogs and you wake up
With a raise and a promotion.
So he's a flirt, a complete ego-maniac.
The fact is he's also the face of strike.
What a face. Face the fact, that's a face that could save us all
From sinking in the ocean.
Like someone said, power tends to corrupt,
And absolute power--wait, wait, corrupts absolutely!
That is genius! But give me some time.
I'll be twice as good as that six months from never.
Just look around at the world we're inheriting,
And think of the one we'll create.
Their mistake is they got old.
That is not a mistake we'll be making.
No sir, we'll stay young forever!
Give those kids and me the brand new century,
And watch what happens.
It's David and Goliath: do or die,
The fight is on and I can't watch what happens.
But all I know is:
Nothing happens if you just give in.
It can't be any worse than how it's been.
And it just so happens that we just might win.
So whatever happens, let's begin!
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