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 said I'll have one of those.
[Chorus]
D E D E
She said... Move over busker, don't bang your drum.
D E A
Move over busker, your time will come.
[Verse 2]
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.
[Chorus]
D E D E
She said... Move over busker, that's not my style.
D E A
Your chance is coming in a little while.
[Interlude]
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 A A7
You've got it coming, coming to you.
[Bridge]
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.
[Verse 3]
D
Well, I was hacking my way through the undergrowth,
Bm
Juggling with my pride,