What a Waste

I could be the driver of 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 Because I chose to play the fool in a three-piece band First-night nerves every one-night stand I should be glad to be so inclined What a waste! What a waste! I don't mind What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste I could be a lawyer with strategems and ruses (What a waste) I could be a doctor with poultices and bruises (What a waste) I could be a writer with a growing reputation (What a waste) I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste 'Cause I chose to play the fool in a three-piece band First-night nerves every one-night stand I should be glad to be so inclined What a waste! What a waste! I don't mind 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I could be an inmate in a long-term institution I could dream to wide extremes, I could do or die I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go by What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste Because I chose to play the fool in a three-piece band First-night nerves every one-night stand I should be glad to be so inclined What a waste! What a waste! I don't mind What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste Because I chose to play the fool in a three-piece band First-night nerves every one-night stand I should be glad to be so inclined What a waste! What a waste! I don't mind What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste What a waste I don't mind