Please Let Us Play - The Goodies

We don’t want money

Just don’t send us away

Hey, hit me with a heavy guitar

Lay down the brass

Feed me some funky fiddle

Now we’re Rock and Roll singers

Now we are superstars

We look so cute in our beautiful suits

And nobody knows who we are (Ooh)

We’ve still got terrible voices

And we still can’t play, we admit

But everyone who hears us

Stands up and cheers — «it's a hit!»

What a load of rubbish!

Please let us play (Yes! Yes! Yes!)

Please let us play (Yes! Yes! Yes!)

Please let us play (Yes! Yes! Yes!)

Please let us play (Yes! Yes! Yes!)

We’ve got money

And they don’t send us away