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