The inspiration doesn't come From writings on a wall It comes from hearing the wild sing The little ones crawl Inspiration is the girl You haven't seen in years Waiting for you at the place She left you to think Singing la, lararara la rara Singing la, lararara la rara Inspiration is a string A man-made thing Just like a books and art But they barely afford to live From afar I may seem Just like another guy But look closer, you will see You're not the first in line Singing la, lararara la rara Singing la, lararara la rara Singing na, na nana na na nana Singing na, na nana na na nana Singing na, na nana na na nana Singing na, na nana na