your no more than a jukebox dignity gone and your pride is lost it s written on your tombstone he never had much to look back on copying the stars one man band convinced he s got that spark he s trying so hard the serious concern is what you really are it s past your capacity to see that your on par playing to the rhythm of the city for another rare coin toss sometimes you worry did i jump in the wrong car so i better hurry make it my one aim make it one and only task cause i m finally fed up with leaving everything half arsed oh keep your neck up parrot give this donkey a carrot your prone to humiliation like a broken record from the basement oh your getting on oh your time has gone keep your neck up parrot give this donkey a carrot your prone to humiliation like a broken record from the basement