If the Book Fits Lyrics

When I was a young boy, thought I'd be a story

Thought I'd be a book and see my name on every page

But then I grew out of this perforated glory

Saw a bigger man fall on a smaller man's cage

I shouldn't be a Writer

I couldn't pay the dues

Digital or paperback

Which one do I choose?

Perhaps I'd be a paragraph, a chapter or a page

A walk on or a cameo, a footprint on the stage?

So if I were a sentence, I wonder what I'd say

Would I be profound when I'm talking 'bout my day?

Will people feel the love in all the words I use?

Would anyone look up when I'm talking 'bout You?

I couldn't be the Author

It all would be pretend

And I'd be drowning in my coffee way, way before the end

If I could have a word, I would finally have my say

If I could just be heard, it would probably make my day

Where do I? (Fit)

Where do I? (Fit)

Do I slide in low?

Do I fall out high?

Rabadadum

Where do I? (Fit)

Where do I? (Fit)

Do I slide in low?

Do I fall out high?

At the end of it all, I know which role is mine

Small in its essence but so crucial to a line

And every now and then when I'm on a little break

Exclamation vies with Question, laying claim to my estate

I shouldn't be the Author

I'd be bent out of joint

I'm meant to be a full stop. Period. That's my point.

We're all a great part of this story God has made

So welcome to your book, I hope you have a nice day

Where do I? (Fit)

Where do I? (Fit)

Do I slide in low?

Do I fall out high?

Where do I? (Fit)

Where do I? (Fit)

Do I slide in low?

Do I fall out high?

Rabadadum