Well the rest of my life lay in front of me I was pedalling down the road When I saw Nell Gwynne and her oranges And I’ll have one of those. She said Move over busker don’t bang your drum Move over busker your time will come. Well I was hanging around for a miracle Struggling with a rhyme When I saw Mae West in a sweaty vest And I said I’ll come up and see you sometime. She said Move over busker don’t bang your drum Move over busker your time will come. You’ve got it coming come on come on You’ve got it coming coming to you. You’ve got it coming come on come on You’ve got it coming coming to you. Well I’ve been waiting but I’m impatient No-one can hold me back I want to stay with the action. But I won’t get it my great illusion will vanish anyhow if I don’t grab it now. Well I was hacking my way throught the undergrowth Juggling with my pride When I saw Errol Flynn in a tiger skin And I said you look satisfied!! Well he looked down at me from his motor home And he gave me a dirty smile He said well yes I am but she’s calling me Would you excuse us for a while Move over busker your day is done. Move over busker my time has come.