Few things are worse in art when a songwriter writes a song about how he can’t think of a song to write. Such as The Police’s “De Do Do Do”* song:

Don’t think me unkind
Words are hard to find.
They’re only checks I’ve left unsigned
From the banks of chaos in my mind.

And when their eloquences escapes me
Their logic ties me up and rapes me.

De do do do
de da da da
Is all I want to say to you

After the first chorus, I keep expecting the next words to be “My friend, the witch-doctor …”

* Note: It’s pronounced “doo doo,” not “dodo.”