Drawing on a piece of paper It's like walking through an alligator town The pencils are all brown They're going round and round Fire me up with inspiration Then watch the wave of hesitation drown It's pulling me right down I sink without a sound Oh no don't you worry now About all your wonky lines It's hard enough to get stuff right These silhouettes are full of danger It's becoming a super major bore To always be unsure Of everything I draw Maybe I'm a natural loser Who will never ever outmanoeuvre me I'm treading carefully On the eggshells underneath I'm giving up on correctness Tired of perfecting perfectness now Let the fire come to town And burn it down to the ground Oh no don't you worry now About all your wonky lines It's hard enough to get stuff right