What A Waste - Ian Dury, The Blockheads

I could be a lawyer with stratagems 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 and 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 lead to wide extremes, I could do or die

I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch them gallop by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 and roll 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!

Rock and roll don’t mind

What a waste!

What a waste!

Rock and roll 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!

Rock and roll don’t mind