This time, you said it all, it's there in black and white The years of struggle fade in the end, the words felt right All worries are gone, you've been for so long, another writer wronged Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you're another writer wronged You hid from shadows in the attics of the world Sheltered the truth, it grew and at last your voice was heard The pen was your sword, you've even been called, another writer wronged Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you're another writer wronged Chorus I: Here I sit as we dine at the country club I am wondering what to do now I can write but it doesn't seem logical Money has a strange effect somehow Critics look, loved the book The plot had such a clever hook Life is blasé, this is how I pa** my day With friends as yet, some of which I've never met Chorus II: I've been spending more time on the yacht While I wonder what to do now I'm too young to write philosophical Money's had a strange effect somehow Critics looked, loved the book The plot had such a clever hook Repeat Chorus I Repeat Chorus II Worries are gone, you've been for so long, another writer wronged