I could be the driver of an articulated lorry, I could be a poet I wouldn't need to worry, I could be a 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! But I don't mind. 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. I could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution, I could be an inmate in a long-term institution, I could dream to wide extremes, I could do or die, I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go by. What a waste |
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