Jonathan lives all on his own   He can't have distraction in the home   He stays locked in most days and nights   Trying to create while the neighbours fight      He says, I don't have any inspiration   And my subject matter lacks invention      Jonathan's writing a book you see   It's gonna be a masterpiece, a feat   He doesn't have a title or a plot   But he knows what's good and he knows what's not      He says, I don't have any inspiration   And my subject matter lacks invention   If I only had an opening line   Well I'm sure the rest would turn out fine      He's planning on at least a thousand pages   It has to be a story for the ages   But from War & Peace to How to Cook   There's not much left for Jonathan's book      He says, I don't have any inspiration   And my subject matter lacks invention   If I only had an opening line   Well I'm sure the rest would turn out fine