Bitter Fingers(Live From "Midsummer Music" At Wembley Stadium / 1975)

歌詞

I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs And I really need a song boys, to stir those workers up And get their wives to sing it with me, just like in the pubs When I worked the 'good old pubs' in Stepney Oh could you knock a line or two, together for a friend Sentimental-tear-inducing with, a happy end And we need a tune to open our season at Southend Can you help us?It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers So much to prove, so few to tell you why Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes It seems to me a change is really needed I'm sick of 'tra-la-las' and 'la-de-das' No more long days hacking hunks of stinkin' garbage Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging starsI like the warm blue flame, the hazy heat it brings It loosens up the muscles and forces you to sing You know it's just another hit and run from the tin 'pan alley twins' And there's a chance that one day you might write a standard lads So churn them out quick and fast and we'll still pat your backs 'Cause we need what we can get to launch another dozen acts Are you working?