Long ago I had a dream A man came up to me He gave me paper and a pen And a cast-iron guarantee He said "Write six words, make the next line rhyme Learn four basic chords When you've got the third line, well, in next to no time You'll be wanting more" Well, I didn't wanna know about a quid pro quo Or why he was picking on me Guess he didn't know that I was tired of school And bored of poetry So I played along, stifled a yawn Perhaps he was wrong in the head And when I woke, I found a note And this is what it said: You can write your own words You can sing your own song And it doesn't really matter if you're out of tune Or if no one sings along You can write your own words And you can make your own rules And it doesn't really matter how cool you are Or what grades you got at school When you sing your own song So I took the advice, suffice it to say That the rest is mystery And if anyone out there's nervous or scared I suggest you listen to me You can write your own words You can sing your own song And it doesn't really matter if you're out of tune Or if no one sings along Cos if you do what you like And you like what to do Then someone somewhere knows you're there And the world may come to you When you sing your own song Now I'm married and I have two kids And we sing songs all the time My four-year-old just makes them up Sometimes with explanatory mime No one's told her that it's difficult yet That isn't in her head So we sing her song all evening long Right until it's time for bed