I've been making an original song each week, with accompanying mediocre video
I been hosting a wrestling match in my head between my superego, ego and my id-eo
I am reeling and I'm kneeling, and I'm dealing, and I'm feeling like I've fallen in a bottomless pit-eo
'cause I cannot understand how our paresident-elect became elected after all he said and did-eo
but I'm channeling the muse and I'm lighting the fuse 'cause I decided that I simply gotta fight this
I will not go another day in my old complacent way because this is wrong and we gotta right this.
and I'm grateful for the roof I got right over my head, and the time I get to think about and write this
and now from holding this baby every day for six months, I've got De Quervain's tenosynovitis.

Give me your money
Please give me your money.
Please finance my grand campaign to pay my rent and feed my family
Give me your money
Please, give me your money
And every week I'm gonna do my level best to hit it all grand slamily.
Some of my songs will be awesome
and some are gonna sink like a brick
but every single week I'm gonna make 'em and toss 'em
against the wall and see which ones stick.
so if you like what I've been doing, and you want me to keep on waving this brave baton,
just give me a buck every week on my patreon.

I am making an original song each week with my head and my heart and intuition
I am using all the skills I have acquired through the years that I've been tryin' to be a proficient musician
I am playing with a lot of little gadgets like a british secret agent on a secretive mission
I am rolling with the punches in the middle of my life, I am a two-act play at intermission
I got a glorious and complicated eleven-year old, who is surfing on the autistic spectrum
I got a baby and a wife and a mom, and more people keep showing up when I least expect them,
I am juggling the needs of all the mouths I gotta feed, and give 'em all appreciation and affection
I got a tricky row to hoe, I got a million miles to go, I'm running out of money, so I gotta get some.

Give me your money.
Please give me your money.
it takes balls to ask like this, and balls have been in short supply until lately.
Give me your money.
Please give me your money.
I am no longer afraid to admit I could use your help, so I'm telling you straightly.
Some of my songs will move you
and some will just be moving your ass
but every single week I'm gonna keep on my keepin' on,
short-order cookin' with gas.
so if you like what I am doin', don't be like that old man telling kids to vacate his lawn,
you don't wanna be the guy who is allergic to shellfish and finds that he just ate a prawn,
be my buddy on the internet, we'll do a google hangout disco party, gyrate 'til dawn
just give me a buck every week on my patreon.