Beat It
If the Muse is on your doorstep
And you've got no time to write —
You gotta beat it,
Beat it, beat it, beat it.
'Cause the toilet's overflowing
And the baby cried all night —
You gotta beat it,
Beat it, beat it, beat it.
You've got the itch to scribble 'cause you know it's so much fun,
So many stories in your head and none of them begun,
But the cooking and the cleaning and the laundry won't get done -
You gotta beat it,
Beat it, beat it, beat it.
If it whispers in your ear
And offers characters and plots —
You gotta beat it,
Beat it, beat it, beat it.
Then you look into the mirror,
And you're coming out in spots —
You gotta beat it,
Beat it, beat it, beat it.
If the Muse keeps on insisting that it wants to talk to you,
But you have to work all weekend 'cause the project's overdue,
And the kitchen floor's caved in and both the cats have got the flu,
You gotta beat it,
Beat it, beat it, beat it,
Gotta beat it,
Beat it, beat it, beat it.
(Slightly altered from the original, located in the comment thread to
this post at
Mad Genius Club, where you can see the inspiration.)