Move Over Busker

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 Ill have one of those.
She said move over busker, dont 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 Ill come up and see you sometime.
She said move over busker, dont bang your drum
Move over busker, your time will come.
Youve got it coming, come on come on,
Youve got it coming, coming to you.
Youve got it coming, come on come on,
Youve got it coming, coming to you.
Well Ive been waiting, but Im impatient,
No-one can hold me back, I want to stay with the action.
But I wont get it, my great illusion
Will vanish anyhow if I dont 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 shes calling me,
Would you excuse us for a while
Move over busker, your day is done.
Move over busker, my time has come.