vic richards - jonathan whatsit lyrics
this is the story of jonathan whatsit
who lives in one room at the lodgington dock street
trying so hard to become a musician
to play at the prom is his only ambition
busy, busy, busy, it’s never ending
busy, busy, busy, the time he is spending
practice on the fiddle for hours on ending
toiling away at the office each day
as his journey has near lost its head
funny how time slips away
things were so good yesterday
now johnathan’s 40, his stomach’s pertruding
his t++th are decaying, his hair he is losing
he looks in the mirror and sees there before him
the shed of a man if he could but restore him
busy, busy, busy, it’s never ending
busy, busy, busy, the time he is spending
practice on the fiddle for hours on ending
toiling away at the office each day
as his journey has near lost its head
funny how time slips away
things were so good yesterday
busy, busy, busy, it’s never ending
busy, busy, busy, the time he is spending
practice on the fiddle for hours on ending, work here
he’s working so hard
your journey…
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