see the show They would stop them in their tracks Big coins and little notes Would they throw This was the start of the rise of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers
jeans on for four days now I?m gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town Everybody?s dressing up, I?m dressing down I take my hat off to the busker
I felt I was one with you You probably didn?t see Oh I?m a nervous one The pain it comes easily Should I revolve my world around you? Should I revolve
Words are cheap and I love you's are free So unless you mean it, you don't spend them on me Don't look twice if you're keeping score 'Cause heartaches
Thinkin' of poems of poverty Sittin' with a tight-clenched wrist Thinkin' how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He?d wander with pride to
Mile long queue in the chippy I wish I was at my Gran's for tea These people call me their friend But they don't think the same as me Now you fed up
I'm comin', comin' down Took so long for me to come around They tell you, it smashes brain Drain you of all the blood you've left in your veins Spare
Take your life in your own hands Walk down the street Lookin' over your shoulder Who will you meet? And it's a big crowd out tonight (Look at the street
Superstar tradesman, stand at the bar Get a trade son you will go far You have a house in the ferry and a new guitar That's never been played before and
Listening to you, not listening This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland Where fewer little posh boys can't believe we treasure beer cans Where
What a typical time for me What a terrible time for you I warned you not to come here No one else's fault but you You can always turn around Your feet
They told me if I write this song for them That they would cut my hair for free But that's not me, no liberties And they're into all the coolest bands
You have a face for the radio But I know you'd like to see it in a show Claiming to be the next best everything Which way will you go? You're a little
Skag trendy thinks he knows just what to do He was only seventeen and he was out screwing the brew Thought that parents were too old, teachers told him
I don?t know what I have done But I?m sure I will in the next five seconds You see I have a telephone When people call they don?t stop ringing for me
she's calling me Would you excuse us for a while?" Yeah, move over, Busker Your day is done Move over, Busker My time has come I'm tellin' you to move over, Busker
's calling me, Would you excuse us for a while?" Yeah, move over, busker, your day is done, Move over, busker, my time has come. I'm telling you to Move over, busker
Käännös: Jon Englanti. Aina katusoittaja.
