I could be the driver an articulated lorry I could be a poet, I wouldn't need to worry I could be the teacher in a classroom full of scholars I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste
Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band First night nerves every one night stand I should be glad to be so inclined What a waste! What a waste! Rock and roll don't mind
(Schtum)
I could be a lawyer with stratagems and ruses I could be a doctor with poultices and bruises I could be a writer with a growing reputation I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway station
What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste
Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band First night nerves every one night stand I should be glad to be so inclined What a waste! What a waste! Rock and roll don't mind
I could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution I could be an inmate in a long-term institution I could lead to wide extremes, I could do or die I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch them gallop by
What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste
Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band First night nerves every one night stand I should be glad to be so inclined What a waste! What a waste! Rock and roll don't mind
Chose to play the fool in a six-piece band First night nerves every one night stand I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste! Rock and roll don't mind What a waste! What a waste! Rock and roll don't mind
Chose to play the fool in a six-piece band First night nerves every one night stand I should be glad to be so inclined What a waste! What a waste! Rock and roll don't mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
