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Am Am/G Am/F# Am/F E
A
Well the rest of my life lay in front of me,
F#m
I was pedalling down the road,
G
When I saw Nell Gwynne and her oranges
A
And I'll have one of those.
D E D E
She said Move over busker, don't bang your drum
D E A
Move over busker, your time will come.
A
Well I was hanging around for a miracle,
F#m
Struggling with a rhyme,
G
When I saw Mae West in a sweaty vest,
A
And I said I'll come up and see you sometime.
D E D E
She said Move over busker, don't bang your drum
E A
Move over busker, your time will come.
Am Am/G
You've got it coming, come on come on,
Am/F# Am/F
You've got it coming, coming to you.
Am Am/G
You've got it coming, come on come on,
Am/F# Am/F
You've got it coming, coming to you.
D Bm
Well I've been waiting, but I'm impatient,
G A
No-one can hold me back, I want to stay with the action.
D Bm
But I won't get it, my great illusion
G A
will vanish anyhow if I don't grab it now.
D
Well I was hacking my way throught the undergrowth,
Bm
Juggling with my pride,
C
When I saw Errol Flynn in a tiger skin,
D
And I said you look satisfied!!
D
Well he looked down at me from his motor home,
Bm
And he gave me a dirty smile,
C
He said well yes I am but she's calling me,
D
Would you excuse us for a while
G A G A
Move over busker, your day is done.
G A D
Move over busker, my time has come.
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