I can't think of anything
There's nothin in my head
I woke up Monday morning
With all my brain cells dead
I've got homework due tomorrow
But nothin's written down
Won't one idea please come to me
So i can throw away my frown
I got the...Writers Block blues
And theres...Nothin i can do
I got the...Writers Block blues
And I ain't gotta a clue...
About what i can do...
To rid of my...Writer's block blues
My teachers are expecting somethin'
I dont know what to do
The paper just stays empty
So i'm left singin' my blues
Now i'm gettin' angry
I've got to think quick
If i dont, my grade could get ugly
And i'll...I'll feel sick
I got the...Writers Block blues
And theres...Nothin i can do
I got the...Writers Block blues
And I ain't gotta a clue...
About what i can do...
To rid of my...Writer's block blues