Im going on the circuit, Im doing all the clubs
And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up
And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the pubs
When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney
Oh could you knock a line or two together for a friend
Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end
And we need a tune to open our season at Southend
Can you help us
Its hard to write a song with bitter fingers
So much to prove, so few to tell you why
Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
At the keyboard players hollow haunted eyes
It seems to me a change is really needed
Im sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
I like the warm blue flame, the hazy heat it brings
It loosens up the muscles and forces you to sing
You know its just another hit and run from the tin pan alley twins
And theres a chance that one day you might write a standard lads
So churn them out quick and fast and well still pat your backs
Cause we need what we can get to launch another dozen acts
Are you working
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