i could be the driver in an articulated lorry i could be a poet i wouldn t need to worry i could be the teacher in a classroom full of scholars i could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallies what a waste what a waste what a waste what a waste because i tried 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 the world 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 i could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution i could be an inmate in a long term institution i could lead to wide extremes i could do or die i could yawn and be withdrawn and watch them gallop by chose to play the fool in a six piece band first night nerves every one night stand i should be glad to be so inclined what a waste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 the world don t mind what a waste what a waste but the world don t mind 
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