Jonathan lives all on his own He can't have distractions in the home He stays locked in most days and nights Trying to create while the neighbors 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 Oh, 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 and peace to the cowboy 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