A small idea
Became a master plan
To write a new song every week

Just to see if I can

I got my guitar

I got my microphone
Got the technology
To do this all at home


Yeah, who knows how it will be
You have to wait and see

Predictability
Is not what I'm going for


I sang about a dog
I sang about an albatross
Did one about an alligator

And one 'bout a rhinoceros

And now it's three months on

And I've made a dozen songs
I think it's gone okay
I think I'm going to carry on


Yeah, who knows how it will be
You have to wait and see

Predictability
Is not what I'm going for