Paper was reaching for the ceiling
Since the day my fountain pen died
All the pencils in the house cheered
But then they cried
They knew authorities didnt like graphite
Somethings hanging in the air
You can feel it everywhere
All it needs is a starting gun
For the crowd to stand up
You need a tiny bang
It was late so I had to sleep one more night
Before I could start this horrible paper fight
The pencils waited till I slept tight
Scissors got a sign from the flashlight
And k**ed all the erasers they could find
Somethings hanging in the air
You can witness take the chance
All it needs is a starting gun
For the crowd to stand up
You need a tiny bang
Revolution, revolution, revolution
Wishing you were part of it
The pencils gathered on my desk
Red ink dripped down the table's legs
Demanded their words would stay
All signatures will be valid from this day
Whoa, pencils throughout the nation
Heard the news theyd all been waiting for
Even before daylight, several ballpoints had committed suicide
Crayon cans claimed all the city halls
In the morning, pencils filled the streets
In all the colors of the rainbow
Gathered up the ink pens
Locked them up in kindergarten
Uhu, u huh u, mmmm