Jonathan lives all on his own
He can't have distraction in the home
He stays locked in most days and nights
Trying to create while the neighbours fight
He says, I don't have any inspiration
And my subject matter lacks invention
Jonathan's writing a book you see
It's gonna be a masterpiece, a feat
He doesn't have a title or a plot
But he knows what's good and he knows what's not
He says, I don't have any inspiration
And my subject matter lacks invention
If I only had an opening line
Well I'm sure the rest would turn out fine
He's planning on at least a thousand pages
It has to be a story for the ages
But from War & Peace to How to Cook
There's not much left for Jonathan's book
He says, I don't have any inspiration
And my subject matter lacks invention
If I only had an opening line
Well I'm sure the rest would turn out fine