Lyrics: Ben Lee. Grandpaw Would. Song 4 You.

I'll buy a pair of jeans
A stylish means
A groovy masterpiece
I'll cover them with paper men
And books on Zen

Records shot with darts
Talk your way out of this one
Blah, blah, blah

I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you

I'll sleep till after three
I'll brush my teeth
I'll wash my feet, I don't feel well
You couldn't tell, I look like hell

Records shot with darts
Talk your way out of this one
Blah, blah, blah

I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you

I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you
I wrote a song 4 you