Went to the store to buy me a pen

            The pen wouldn't write so I traded for a hen

          The hen wouldn't lay so I traded for a ray

            The ray wouldn't shine so I traded for a vine

          The vine wouldn't swing so I traded for a ring

            The ring wouldn't fit so I traded for a hit

          The hit wouldn't run so I traded for a gun

            The gun wouldn't shoot so I traded for a flute

          The flute wouldn't blow so I traded for a hoe

            The hoe wouldn't heave like holes in a sieve

          Like folds in a sleeve and I think it's time to leave

            So don't underestimate the power of the pen

          Because the power of the mind translates into the pen

            And if the power of the pen comes from w/in

          Like the power of the mind that makes you think

            Just think will this pen ever run out of ink?

          The pen kept gliding on a piece of paper

            The hand was guiding it 'cuz sooner or later

          Thoughts would emerge everytime I get

            the urge to write on a pad all the thoughts I ever had

          We write the right rhymes so don't try to bite mine

            In spite of this you still write to spite

          We write the songs that make people sing along

            You write for a fee and make a lot of enemies

          You dig for the dirt get cash for the trash

            How much would it cost for you to kiss my ass?

          Because the pen is mightier than the sword

            Heavens to Betsy, oh, my Lord!

          If you believe, you shall receive

            And if you deceive, we will besiege

          Because the power of the mind translates

            into the pen And if the power of the pen comes from within

          Like the power of the mind that makes you think

            Just think, will this pen ever run out of ink?

          Yeah?use a pencil