Hey Mr. Writer
Doo-oo
Doo-oo-oo-woo
Doo-oo
Doo-oo-oo-woo-oo-oo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
I said-a hey Mr writer
Won't you help me if you can
I've got myself a-hung up on
That first verse again
I was singing 'bout the people
And the things they do
I was lost for words, 'til I thought
About calling on you, you, you
Yeah
Doo-oo
Doo-oo-oo-woo
Doo-oo
Doo-oo-oo-woo-oo-oo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
I remember the song as if it were my own
You said everyday people need a simple song
To sing if they want to
And dance if they can
Whatever let them be themselves again
And I dug it then, whoa oh oh!
Doo-oo
Doo-oo-oo-woo
Doo-oo
Doo-oo-oo-woo-oo-oo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Rap on
(rap on) , rap on, rap on (rap on) , rap on
Rap on
(rap on) , rap on, rap on (rap on) , rap on
A-wop-bop-bop-bop boom, wohp wohp wohp
Oom, A-wop-bop-bop-bop boom
Yeah
A-wop-bop-bop-bop boom, wohp wohp wohp
Oom, A-wop-bop-bop-bop boom
Yeah
A-wop-bop-bop-bop boom, wohp wohp wohp
Oom, A-wop-bop-bop-bop boom
Yeah
A-wop-bop-bop-bop boom, wohp wohp wohp
Oom, A-wop-bop-bop-bop boom, yeah
Ah
I said-a rap on Mr writer
I got my pеncil in my hand
I promise you I'll do the very bеst I can
I want you to
Tell me 'bout my sisters
And my brothers too
A-but
First of all, let me thank the Lord
For running into
You you you you you