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