Smaller Fish To Fry

I know I should be working on
Things much, much more important
But I've got smaller fish to fry

As I sit and write this song
I wonder what had gone all wrong
I wonder why those songs are fake
Written just for money's sake

I wonder, wonder when we'll start
To shrivel, cringe into the dark
It doesn't sound very fun
Not to worry - we've just begun

Is Delilah real or not?
Is Sergeant Pepper true?
Did he teach the band to play?
Can he teach me too?

The Nowhere Man - he must be real
He's everywhere around us
He makes our products; cooks our food
And hasn't even found us

I know I should be working on
Things much, much more important
But I've got smaller fish to fry