I go to work, you call it play You say it should be weekend on a Saturday You tell me I should get a real job and stay with you I leave the house a mess, I guess I'm blind You feel you're talking to me like it's pantomime I know you think you're never really on my mind at all Hey, hey I wrote a song for you, come on Hey, hey I wrote a song for you, come on I come home late at night You're rudely awakened by the bedroom light I promised you I wouldn't be late, baby know that I try I can't afford a diamond ring And I may not be your father's friend And I may not be able to pay the rent again, and I'm sorry But hey, hey I wrote a song for you, come on Hey, hey I wrote a song for you, come on Foolish games in dressing rooms Typing words for men in suits, you know Some might say we're worlds apart And I reply we're close at heart, you see Hey, hey I wrote a song for you, come on Hey, hey I wrote a song