Rich and Famous

Well, I was gonna write a poem But I can't remember how I know words are involved You know, like "thee" and "thou" And I was gonna be famous You know, like Edgar Allan Poe Wait!, I think that was his name Or was it David Allan Coe? Yep, I was gonna be rich and famous Til a friend of mine said "You can't be rich and famous, Til long after you're dead" I knew right then I didn't wanna die So a mediocre poet, I'd be And if anybody ever said I was good I'd say, "Huh?"... "Who me?" Now words come easy to one like me Course, I don't really know how to spell But that just keeps me down to earth We wouldn't want my head to swell So if I write a poem that's really good Don't say, "Great" say, "It's okay" instead Cause I don't wanna be rich and famous And I don't wanna turn up dead