Ian Dury & The Blockheads - What A Waste Lyrics
I could be the driver in an articulated lorryI could be a poet, I wouldn't need to worryI could be the teacher in a classroom full of scholarsI could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahsWhat a waste! What a waste!What a waste! What a waste!Because I tried to play the fool in a six-piece bandFirst-night nerves every one-night standI should be glad to be so inclinedWhat a waste! What a waste!But the world don't mindI could be a lawyer with stratagems and musesI could be a doctor with poultices and bruisesI could be a writer with a growing reputationI could be the ticket-man at Fulham Broadway stationWhat a waste! What a waste!What a waste! What a waste!Because I tried to play the fool in a six-piece bandFirst-night nerves every one-night standI should be glad to be so inclinedWhat a waste! What a waste!But the world don't mindI could be the catalyst that sparks the revolutionI could be an inmate in a long-term institutionI could lead to wide extremes, I could do or dieI could yawn and be withdrawn and watch them gullifyWhat a waste! What a waste!What a waste! What a waste!Because I tried to play the fool in a six-piece bandFirst-night nerves every one-night standI should be glad to be so inclinedWhat a waste! What a waste!But the world don't mindChose to play the fool in a six-piece bandFirst-night nerves every one-night standI should be glad to be so inclinedWhat a waste! What a waste!But the world don't mindWhat a waste! What a waste!But the world don't mindChose to play the fool in a six-piece bandFirst-night nerves every one-night standI should be glad to be so inclinedWhat a waste! What a waste!But the world don't mind
