Bunched up Letters - The King's Parade

I am living the dream,

Of a music man,

I’ve got my hand me downs,

And my tin cans.

Mumma told me some day son,

You’ll make your name,

Until that day comes,

As bunched up letters it stays…

Oh am I a fool,

For living this way?

I’m hanging on to the fine line of hope,

And the thread’s letting loose.

I’m drowning my words,

In the sea where I swim,

I’m not treading water,

but I’m sinking within.

I am living the dream,

Of a music man,

I’ve got my hand me downs,

And my tin cans,

Mumma told me some day son,

You’ll make your name,

But until that day comes,

As bunched up letters it stays…

So please Mumma tell me,

How long will I need,

Before I’m sitting back down,

Thinking about how, all the things might have been?

I am living the dream,

Of a music man,

I’ve got my hand me downs,

And my tin cans,

Mumma told me some day son,

You’ll make your name,

But until that day comes,

As bunched up letters it stays…

I am living the dream,

Of a music man,

I’ve got my hand me downs,

And my tin cans,

Mumma told me some day son,

You’ll make your name,

But until that day comes,

As bunched up letters it stays…

I am living the dream,

Of a music man,

I’ve got my hand me downs,

And my tin cans,

Mumma told me some day son,

You’ll make your name,

But until that day comes,

As bunched up letters it stays…

I am living the dream,

Of a music man,

I’ve got my hand me downs,

And my tin cans,

Mumma Mumma told me some day son,

You’ll make your name,

But until that day comes,

As bunched up letters it stays…