Sitting alone in my room, wondering what to do
Where to go and who to go to
Singing and playing guitar won't get me far
If I don't write some some decent stuff
But I might write a brilliant one
A real outshiny one
One that would break them hearts
One that would hit the charts

Aa-aa-aa a perfect pop song
But I just don't seem to, just can't get it right
Aa-aa-aa a perfect pop song
But I just don't seem to, just can't get it right

So I sing about emptyness, about pain and bitterness
And add a spoonful of hope on top
I sing about love that's lost, hard life that takes it's cost
Few other things I have not
Sing about empty minds, sing about world unkind
Sing about lonely hearts, sing about world outside

Aa-aa-aa a perfect pop song
But I just don't seem to, just can't get it right
Aa-aa-aa a perfect pop song
But I just don't seem to, just can't get it right

A perfect pop song, it ain't so easy to write
A perfect pop song, should be doubt about,
In my mind, whether to get it right

But I might write a brilliant one
A real outshiny one
One that would break them hearts
One that would hit the charts

Aa-aa-aa a perfect pop song
But I just don't seem to, just can't get it right
Aa-aa-aa a perfect pop song
But I just don't seem to, just can't get it right
But I just don't seem to, just can't get it right
But I just don't seem to, just can't get it right