I've been staring at the ceiling
Searching for some word that rhymes with how I'm feeling
Someone feed the fishes
Someone clean my car
I can't keep up on the dishes
While I wish upon a star
Someone save my soul
I'm a slave to rock and roll

Please, politicians, preachers, pray,
Give us wisdom, teach us right from wrong
(Oh yeah)
I'm too busy tryin' to write a pop song

I've been chipping at this sculpture
Hoping his gigantic hands will heal pop culture
Someone raise the wages
Someone fight the fight
I've been speakin' with the sages
In the middle of the night
Someone save my soul
I sold it to Billy Joel
("In the middle of the...")

Please, politicians, preachers, pray,
Give us wisdom, teach us right from wrong
(Oh yeah)
I'm too busy tryin' to write a pop song

Please, Mother Nature's on her knees,
Read the paper, see what's going on
(What's goin' on)
I'm too busy tryin' to write a pop song