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  • Ian Dury & The Blockheads – What A Waste lyrics

    I could be the driver in an articulated lorry
    I could be a poet, I wouldn’t need to worry
    I could be the 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 tried 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 the world don’t mind

    I could be a lawyer with stratagems and muses
    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 tried 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 the world don’t mind

    I could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution
    I could be an inmate in a long-term institution
    I could lead to wide extremes, I could do or die
    I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch them gullify

    What a waste! What a waste!
    What a waste! What a waste!

    Because I tried 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 the world don’t mind

    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 the world don’t mind
    What a waste! What a waste!
    But the world don’t mind

    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 the world don’t mind