Welcome to this song, which I wrote all myself

It's all about this song, which I did write

It's a filler track, so if you care to listen, help yourself

But if you skip this one, I won't hold it in spite

I'm sitting in my bedroom knowing that I've only got one track

To go until this compilation's complete

So I'm going to cheat, and rush it so that I can get a snack

I feel bad, but can't help but admit defeat.

And I'm sure you'd love to know

About some girl who with romantically I'm taking it slow

But I don't have the time to wait

For a love story to propagate

I'd much prefer to demonstrate

My thoroughly excited state

At this song which I do now create.

Ah, this is a song about a song

Ah, this is a song about a song.

Self referential humour makes up most of what I do

And so this tune should come as no surprise

To the eyes that have followed me, that watch as I construe

My observations from which ideas arise

I can't help but love it when I sing about me singing

About me singing about my songs

And I know that I should let go of this technique that I'm clinging

But my cold dead hands is are you'll have to take it from.

And I'm sure you'd love to know

About some story of a break up that I could bestow

But I don't have the time to wait

For a love story to propagate

I'd much prefer to demonstrate

My thoroughly excited state

At this song which I do now create.

Ah, this is a song about a song

Ah, this is a song about a song.

And I should probably put a bridge here but I'm going to cut it short.