Hey Mr. Writer won't you help Me if you can I got myself hung up on that first verse Again I was singing about the people and the Things they do Iwas lost for words 'Til I thought about calling on you, you You, yeah 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 dug it I said rap on Mr. Writer I got my pencil in my hand I promise you I'll do the very best I can I want you to tell me about my sisters And my brothers too But first of all let me thank the Lord For running into you, you, you, you