Give me a hit song said the
man behind the desk
We'll give you musicians and
show you how to dress
Your name will be on posters
in city and in town
But now I realize I'm just a music
maker's clown
Give me a chance, sir,
to show you what I do
The words you hear so often
from the music
makers'
But few are rarely chosen for the job that
lies ahead
The ones that are so lucky often wish that
they were dead
Take one, three, take one, take three
And have fun till you carry on
Take one, two, three, take one, take three
Just receive a portion,
one from the menu
And often when you reap rewards
and you are sitting nice
A knock is heard upon the door,
the taxman's just arrived
I've come about the money,
that's owing to the
Queen
And then I realise I'm just a tax
collector's dream
And like so many others now,
my hours are nine to five
I buy the music papers and
watch new stars arrive
Their names are on the posters,
in cities and in towns
But I know they've been chosen
to be music makers' clowns
3, 2, 3, 4, take shadow
And at 1, 2, 3, 4,
Take 1, 2, 3, 4, take shadow
Just receive the partial
warning from the men
1, 2, 3, 4, take shadow
Take 1, 2, 3, 4, take shadow
Take 1, 2, 3, 4, take shadow
Take 1, 2, 3, 4, take shadow
You