Three Chord Trick

Well the boys in the band are saying they need some more tunes

They wanna make another record and a deadline looms

So I said 'OK, no pressure, see what I can do

But the cupboard's bare, ain't no fragments there for me to chew

Got to get away, take a little time, have a rootle round, let me see what I can find

So I'm sitting on the beach, watching as the sun goes down

It's sinking real fast I think it's just about to drown

There's stuff going round in my head, like a record's stuck

It's making no sense, this time I think I'm out of luck

Not much happening underneath my hat

I keep coming up with the same old crap