'In the Immortal Words of Dear Old Lloyd!'

When you got nothing, turn on the T.V!

Verse:

'Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue,'

and boy was Bridges right, and its apropos, too.

The former words was a quote from the movie, 'Airplane!',

the latter is mine, a little while ago, but I've said it again and again!

 

Pre-Chorus:

Now, I'm well aware that whether 'again' rhymes,

depends on how you say the word, sometimes,

 

Verse:

 

but give me a break, would you please?

I'm in an idea-slump, difficulty-by-degrees!

 

I'll take what I can on this rhyming deal,

I'm struggling to make anything out of this rambling spiel.

 

Pre-Chorus:

It was classic Lloyd, but the usual me.

I'm taking my imagination from an old movie!

 

Chorus:

'In the Immortal Words of Dear Old Lloyd'-

on the end of my neck is nothing but a void.

As you can likely tell from me, literarily-stuttering,

I'm verbally stagnant, and orally-muttering!

 

Verse:

It's thanks to Lloyd I've got anything at all.

No hidden ideas lay within my virtual scrawl.

 

Chicken-scratch belies empty--I got nothing.

Around the edge of inspiration, I just keep scuffling!

 

 

Pre-Chorus:

I'm sure it's painful to scroll down and read,

but just think how I feel, when nothing is keyed?

 

Repeat Chorus:

 

End