Lyrics - The Credits Song

After hours and hours of toil and bother
The credits come just for the author
So that he may have his say
And claim the work as his.

Yet no one enjoys simple scrolling text
So most men leave to view something next
And never know who made the show
That the author claims as his.

What must one do I dare ask you
To keep a man here long?
The answer, pray, is as clear as day:
Just simply write a song.

A song, a song
A quirky song
The lyrics matter not.
You’ll keep him here the whole day long
If you simply write a song.

Make it simple, lad, and sing it well
A crazy tune of inconsequence
And be sure, my friend, I do recommend
To sing in an Irish accent.

A song, a song
A quirky song
The lyrics matter not
You’ll keep him here the whole day long
If you simply write a song.

Song, song, a quirky song.
It’s just a song.
Song, a song-​a, sing-​a, song, song.
It’s a song, song, sing-​a song,
Singin’ all day long.

About Oxhorn I’m an author, songwriter and movie-​maker who lives in Seattle, WA. I earned my BA in history from the University of Washington and have been interested in arguments, reasoning, research, writing and history ever since. I’m best known for my animated comedy machinima movies and music which you can find at oxhorn​.com. Visit brandonMdennis​.com for more about me, and be sure to subscribe, follow me on Twitter and Facebook. Watch my weekly live show, Scotch & Smoke Rings, at 7:00 PM Pacific for more classiness.