I woke up this morning, my coffee was cold, Checked my screen, saw my fortune unfold. Blurt.blog said, "Write it, let it flow," I get paid to blabber—oh, what a show! [Chorus] I'm blurtin', just blurtin', my blues away, Tappin' keys for nickels, words on display. No rhyme or reason, but the dollars stay, Oh, I'm blurtin', baby, all night and day. [Verse 2] I scribble 'bout sunsets, cats, and pie, Spin tales so tall, they touch the sky. A clickety-clack symphony, my keyboard's my band, Who knew nonsense could feel so grand? [Prechorus] With a trombone's wail, and a jazzy twist, I'm the king of blurts—can't resist! [Chorus] I'm blurtin', just blurtin', my blues away, Turnin' nothin' to somethin', and I'm gettin' paid. From sunrise to moonlight, my thoughts parade, Oh, I'm blurtin', baby, all night and day. [Bridge] They say I'm a poet, a sage, a clown, Spinnin' my blurts like a jazzy showdown. From trombone slides to my nasal tone, I’m a blogging bard on a digital throne.
