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I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go by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