By the light of the lamp I sit to type-my notes on tab at my side
   I don't see the sun much these days
   A fluorescent tan covers my hide
   How much impact shall I have this time?
   My goal today is to reac the deadline
   I write between the lines
   I deal with fantasy
   I report the facts
   Give them to me, please
  
   Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this
   A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick
   When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box
   Get out of my way
   I've got something to say
  
   The pulse is beating louder now
   The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each
   Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys
   My social life is at an end so it seems to be
   Why don't I trample on your lawn today?
   I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey
   I write between the lines
   I deal with fantasy
   I am the pressman
   Acknowledge me
  
   Mother always told me never stray too far from home
   The little lady said, "Boy, you'll never have to be alone,
   Because,"
   You build with fountain pen
   You create the memory stain
   You are the pressman
   Stand up straight, boy