Sometimes I listen to my inner self
The baffled king composing "Jambalaya"
Then I hear echoes from the records on the shelf
Sound advice from the artists I admire
And it's growing strong
A burning wild desire
To write a song like "Ring of fire"
Before I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Those well known words, they leave no other choice
But melt them into rhymes that lead me higher
To find a melody that fits my whimsy voice
When I cite snippets of the songs that I admire
I think of instruments, and chords and backing voices
And of soloists I could afford to hire
And how to name it, for there are so many choices
I guess I'll call it "Song like ring of fire"