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 six-piece band
First-night nerves
every one-night stand
I should be glad
to be so inclined
what a waste
what a waste
rock 'n' roll 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
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
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
rock 'n' roll 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be withdrawn and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 six-piece band
First-night nerves
every one-night stand
I should be glad
to be so inclined
what a waste
what a waste
rock 'n' roll don't mind
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
rock 'n' roll don't mind
What a waste
What a waste
rock 'n' roll don't mind