Welcome to this song, which I wrote all by myself
It's all about this song, which I did write
It's a filler track, so if you care to listen, help yourself
But if you skip this one, I won't hold it in spite
I'm sitting in my bedroom knowing that I've only got one track
To go until this compilation's complete
So I'm going to cheat, and rush it so that I can get a snack
I feel bad, but can't help but admit defeat

And I'm sure you'd love to know
About some girl who with romantically I'm taking it slow
But I don't have the time to wait
For a love story to propagate
I'd much prefer to demonstrate
My thoroughly excited state
At this song which I do now create

Ah, This is a song about a song
Ah, This is a song about a song

Self referential humour makes up most of what I do
And so this tune should come as no surprise
To the eyes that have followed me, that watch as I construe
My observations from which ideas arise
I can't help but love it when I sing about me singing
About me singing about my songs
And I know that I should let go of this technique that I'm clinging
But my cold dead hands is where you'll have to take it from

And I'm sure you'd love to know
About some story of a break up that I could bestow
But I don't have the time to wait
For a love story to propagate
I'd much prefer to demonstrate
My thoroughly excited state
In this song which I do now create

Ah, This is a song about a song
Ah, This is a song about a song

And I should probably put a bridge here but I'm going to cut it short