I wrote a song
When I was feeling down-hearted
To tell someone
That I was feeling down-hearted
And then when I had it made
I went and played it to the girl
Who had been making me cry
And she said 'it's very good'
And so she should when after all
She is the reason why
I wrote a song
I took it down to the city
Played it someone
He said 'it sounds very pretty'
Then he sat back in his desk and cleared his chest
And said 'how are you?, When you leaving town?'
And he puffed on his cigar and my guitar and I
Were shown into a lift going down
I wrote a song
The words were sad and the tune was all wrong
And all the world wrote the meaning
While I was dreaming
I wrote a song
I changed my tune
So that the man - he might like it
Locked in my room
It took me years to re-write it
And now my song is on the air
You know I hear it everywhere I go
Da da dit di do
But the girl I wrote it for
I never saw here anymore
And now she never will know
I wrote a song
I wrote a song