Il testo della What a waste

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 wallahs

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 muses
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 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 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I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch them gullify

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

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

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