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Paperback writer, paperback writer.
Dear sir or madam will you read my book,
It took me years to write will you take a look,
Based on a novel by a man named lear,
And i need a job,
So i want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.
It's a dirty story of a dirty man,
And his clinging wife doesn't understand.
His son is working for the daily mail,
It's a steady job,
But he wants to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.
It's a thousand pages give or take a few,
I'll be writing more in a week or two,
I can make it longer if you like the style,
I can change it round,
And i want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.
If you really like it you can have the rights,
It could make a million for you overnight,
If you must return it you can send it here,
But i need a break,
And i want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer
