You got to a publisher and play him your song
So you take it up to a music man just to see what he will say
And you might even hear it played on the rock 'n' roll hit parade
Daytime, night time, every week you can hear that heavy beat
Just open your ears and follow your nose
Every rhythm, every way
Now the walls are shaking from the tapping of feet
But I'll sign you up because I'd hate to be wrong"
You can hear that music play anytime on any day
If you don't know which way to go
There's a place where the publishers go
I'll sign you up and take it round the street and see if it makes the grade"
He says, "I hate your music and your hair is too long
You've got a tune, it's in your head you want to get it placed
'Cos the street is shakin' from the tapping of toes
He says, "I hate the tune, I hate the words but I'll tell you what I'll do
Daytime, night time, every day you can hear that music play
