Head Of Femur - Percy Lyrics

Percy, The dock man's boy
With pen and paper in your employ
Percy, I'm plenty smart
But I need help to get your art
So you tell me the beauty's in the meaning of the words
And it may be my hearing's slightly blurry
Your vernacular's no accident
You strove to find the perfect bent
But not all good's borne of intent
Percy, The dock man's boy
With pen and paper in your employ
Perry, Your deep quatrains
Do not suffice to entertain
But you tell me your lyrics will elucidate our lives
And that I'll see your purpose realized
When they hear...
The lines you've set to do-re-mi
The public will declare, "That sounds like me!"
Unanimously three cheers for Percy
Promoting better living through empathy
Percy, The dock man's boy
With pen and paper in your employ
Percy, I still prefer
A phonemne's ring to a poignant word