Someones gonna tell you and it might be me
Theres something on your face that even you cant see
It isnt your eyes and it isnt your nose
You dont have to sniff to tell you that it aint no rose
Its something in your arrogant line
Your brain is tired of biding its time
Youre gonna blow up here
So paul you got to make up your mind

You drag into the studio and dont care why
You got a life as big as city hall and thats no lie
The aging owner treats you to a couple of beers
Feeding you cliches about the thing between your ears
You wonder if its all he can say
Youll find a better way to say it someday
But paul youre too busy stripping gears,
Now paul your life is dripping away

Hang in, hang out, hang on, hang on paul
Youre having a ball
Its your way of life and not mine
Its so strangely easy to see
But youre laughing so hard you could die

Im not about to tell you what you should be doing
I tend to disappear when I smell trouble brewing
I understand exactly whats the matter with you
Were stranded here together in this paddleless canoe
Ill take my chances in the water for now
Its what my mother would have wanted anyhow
The life youre living is over
But paul, youre no contented cow

They say being in show biz is a thrill
It makes your life a breeze, [...]
But you better do something paul before it kills you, yeah
Paul, youve got to make up your mind