Lyrics:

I Could Be The Driver An Articulated Lorry
I Could Be A Poet I Wouldn't Need To Worry
I Could Be A Teacher In A Classroom Full Of Scholars
I Could Be The Sergeant In A Squadron Full Of Wallahs
What A Waste
What A Waste
What A Waste
What A Waste

Chorus
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!
But I Don't Mind.

I Could Be A Lawyer With Strategems 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 (X4)

Repeat Chorus

I Could Be The Catalyst That Sparks The Revolution
I Could Be An Inmate In A Long-Term Institution
I Could Dream To Wide Extremes, I Could Do Or Die
I Could Yawn And Be Withdrawn And Watch The World Go By
What A Waste (X4)

Repeat Chorus

(Repeat Chorus With Crescendo, Then Again With Fade