linclink
Mar-02-2011, 00:25 GMT
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 | I found these lyrics here on this website some time ago...are the same as what´s in The New Yorker?
LYRICS:
"Rewrite" by Paul Simon
I´m workin´ on my rewrite, that´s right
Gonna change the ending
Throw away the title
Toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I´m spending
Is just for workin´on my rewrite
Gonna turn it into cash
I been workin´ at the Car Wash
I consider it my day job
´Cause it´s really not a pay job
But that´s where I am
Everybody says "The Old guy
Workin´at the Car Wash?"
Hasn´t got a brain cell left
Since Vietnam
Chorus
But I say
Help me, help me
Help me, help me
Thank you!
I´d no idea
That you were there
When I said help me, help me
Help me, help me
Thank you
For listening to my prayer
I´ll eliminate the pages
Where the father has a breakdown
And he has to leave the family
But he really meant no harm
Gonna substitute a car chase
And a race across the rooftops
Where the father saves the children
And he holds them in his arms
Yeah I´m workin´on my rewrite, all right
Gonna change my ending
Throw away the title
Toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the Time I´m spending
Is just for workin´on my rewrite.
Gonna turn it into cash
Chorus
I said
Help me, help me
Help me, help me
Thank you!
I´d no idea
That you were there |
