I´m going on the circuit, I´m 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

It´s 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 player´s hollow haunted eyes
It seems to me a change is really needed
I´m 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 it´s just another hit and run from the tin pan alley twins

And there´s a chance that one day you might write a standard lads
So churn them out quick and fast and we´ll still pat your backs
´Cause we need what we can get to launch another dozen acts
Are you working