Francis Magalona - Pen & Ink Lyrics
The pen wouldn't write so I traded for a henThe hen wouldn't lay so I traded for a rayThe ray wouldn't shine so I traded for a vineThe vine wouldn't swing so I traded for a ringThe ring wouldn't fit so I traded for a hitThe hit wouldn't run so I traded for a gunThe gun wouldn't shoot so I traded for a fluteThe flute wouldn't blow so I traded for a hoeThe hoe wouldn't heave like holes in a sieveLike folds in a sleeve and I think it's time to leaveSo don't underestimate the power of the penBecause the power of the mind translates into the penAnd if the power of the pen comes from w/inLike the power of the mind that makes you thinkJust think will this pen ever run out of ink?The pen kept gliding on a piece of paperThe hand was guiding it 'cuz sooner or laterThoughts would emerge everytime I getthe urge to write on a pad all the thoughts I ever hadWe write the right rhymes so don't try to bite mineIn spite of this you still write to spiteWe write the songs that make people sing alongYou write for a fee and make a lot of enemiesYou dig for the dirt get cash for the trashHow much would it cost for you to kiss my ass?Because the pen is mightier than the swordHeavens to Betsy, oh, my Lord!If you believe, you shall receiveAnd if you deceive, we will besiegeBecause the power of the mind translatesinto the pen And if the power of the pen comes from withinLike the power of the mind that makes you thinkJust think, will this pen ever run out of ink?Yeah?use a pencil
