No Sense

Rock and roll, you tootsie roll

There's nothing wrong with going sol-o

Ring it in

you like to win

And I'm not gonna lose

We get to choose and this caboose is off the rails

Talk about what it entails

A lock of hair

A bit of tape

A bitter air

An empty lake

A girl in need

A man indeed

And no one here to blame for these

Give me time to write this rhyme

I'm going as fast as I can

The time I ran, the words collapsed

And still turned out just fine