Lyrics

Still says he wants to be a slapstick comedian Or be Stanley Kubrik Thinking the guy was a jazz drummer He's got his number It won't hurt you To let this one go Go, go Well, the telephone account has Come in and I don't need to tell You it is a shocker, yeah And I thought you were spending the Saturday afternoon at the Saturday afternoon at the football He was asked to sing for his supper And he instantly stood up and sang A few lines of the cuff Although not without the notes He copied that day If you let this one go Go, go Well, the telephone account has Come in and I don't need to tell You it is a shocker, yeah And I thought you were spending the Saturday afternoon at the Saturday afternoon at the football