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
Chorus:
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 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 (x4)
Repeat chorus
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i could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go by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 (x4)
Repeat chorus
(repeat chorus with crescendo, then again with fade)