I could be the driver 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 still

I could be a lawyer with strategems 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!
But I don't mind

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I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go by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
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
(Yeah...)

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

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

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...

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