How many times have I been around ?
Recycled papers paving the ground
Well, she lives for the written word
And people come second, or possibly third
And there is no style, but I say well done
To the girl least likely to
Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong
But deep in my heart, I know I am not
And there’s enough gloom in her world, I’m certain
Without my contribution
So I sit, and I smile, and I say well done
To the girl least likely to
Page after page of sniping rage
An english singe or an american tinge
There’s a publisher, she said, …in the new year
(it’s never in this year)
I do think this, but I can’t admit it
To the girl least likely to
So one more song with no technique
One more song which seems all wrong …
And oh, the news is bad again
See me as I am again
And the scales of justice sway one way
In the rooms of those least likely to
Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong
But the moods and the styles too frequently change
From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29
And I sit, and I smile, and I say well done
To the girl least likely to
Oh, one more song about the queen
Or standing around the shops with thieves
But somebody’s got to make it ! she screams
So why why can’t it be me ?
But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart
Which is hurt
So how many times will I shed a tear ?
And another stage of verse to cheer
When you shine in the public eye, my dear
Please remember these nights
When I sit and support with a dutiful smile
Because there’s nothing I can say
So chucking, churning, and turning the knife
On everything (except their own life)
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
And an explanation — it drains me
If only there could be a way
There is a different mood all over the world
A different youth, unfamiliar views
And dearest, it could all be for you
So will you come down and I’ll meet you ?
And with no more poems, with nothing to hear
Oh darling, it’s all for you…
Darling, it’s all for you …
Oh darling, it’s all for you …
Oh darling, it’s all for you …