Prize for Writing

The Governor General with the hard-to-say name
Has given me a prize for writing
I haven't written a thing in ten months time
But they're giving me a prize for writing

I ransacked the library for inspiration
And I vandalized Chandler's grave
I slammed it out all crotchety like Dorothy Parker
And they're giving me a prize for writing

A prize for writing, a prize for writing
They might as well pay me for lying
A prize for writing, a prize for writing
They might as well pay me for lying

It's something I can sell to pay the bills
But the typewriter keys are still bent
Slurring everything I have written
Obscured all but my intent
And they're giving me a prize for writing

A prize for writing, a prize for writing
They might as well pay me for lying
A prize for writing, a prize for writing
They might as well pay me for lying

I jumped up and down when they gave me a good thing
And they're giving me a prize for writing
Incoherency merely for relevency's sake
And they're giving me a prize for writing

I was bragging bout the consequences of derangement
Of the senses already forming itself into sentences
And they're giving me a prize for writing

A prize for writing, a prize for writing
They might as well pay me for lying
A prize for writing, a prize for writing
They might as well pay me for lying