Move Over Busker lyrics

Well the rest of my life lay in front of me,
I was pedalling down the road,
When a saw Nell Gwynne and her oranges
And I said 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 l`ll come up and see you sometime.
She said... Move over busker, that`s not my style.
Your chance is coming, in a little while.

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 through 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.

I`m telling you to...
Move over busker, I`ll bang my drum.
Move over busker, my time has come.
You`ve got it coming, coming to you.

Move over busker, your day, day is done.
Move over busker, my time has come.
You`ve got it coming, coming to you
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