Nazz Hang On Paul Lyrics

Someone's gonna tell you and it might be me

  There's something on your face that even you can't see

  It isn't your eyes and it isn't your nose

  You don't have to sniff to tell you that it ain't no rose

  It's something in your arrogant line

  Your brain is tired of biding its time

  You're gonna blow up here

     so Paul you got to make up your mind



  You drag into the studio and don't care why

  You got a life as big as city hall and that's no lie

  The aging owner treats you to a couple of beers

  Feeding you cliches about the thing between your ears

  You wonder if its all he can say

  You'll find a better way to say it someday

  But Paul you're too busy stripping gears,

     now Paul your life is dripping away



  Hang in, hang out, hang on, hang on Paul

  You're having a ball

  It's your way of life and not mine

  It's so strangely easy to see

  But you're laughing so hard you could die



  I'm not about to tell you what you should be doing

  I tend to disappear when I smell trouble brewing

  I understand exactly what's the matter with you

  We're stranded here together in this paddleless canoe

  I'll take my chances in the water for now

  It's what my mother would have wanted anyhow

  The life you're living is over

     but Paul, you're no contented cow



  They say being in show biz is a thrill

  It makes your life a breeze, [...]

  But you better do something Paul before it kills you, yeah

  Paul, you've got to make up your mind