Out of Work Musician Songtext

von The Monks

Oi! Oi, you!
I'm not your narrow minded
Fat, short sited local politician
I'm an emaciated real frustrated
Out of work musician
You have to sell your soul
When you go on the Dole
You really don't know what you're missing
When you're a way outdated, still creative
Out of work musician
Aaaa-oh!
Why bother getting out of bed if you're educated?
Aaaa-oh!
Cos I got brains in me 'ead
But I ain't got bread...
Oi! Oi you!
I'm not an overrated, complicated superstar musician
I work your local pubs
And the dirty clubs
For a thirty pence admission
Now when I earn some dough
Who's the first to know?
With a demand all lies be written
Well if you're down on luck
They couldn't give a fuck
Cos all they want is their commission
Aaaa-oh!
Why bother getting out of bed if you're educated?
Aaaa-oh!
Cos I got brains in me 'ead
But I ain't got bread...
Oi!
Alright!
I saw this flashy ad for a well known band
So I went to the audition
But it just weren't my day
Cuz all the band was gay
I'll never hold down their positions
I'll play the underground
And dough I've always found
At theatre intermissions
So if you're passing by
Don't walk the other side
We're only out of work musicians
Aaaa-oh!
Why bother getting out of bed if you're educated?
Aaaa-oh!
Cos I got brains in this 'ead
But I ain't got bread...
Alright!
Oi, you!
Just an out
Just an out
I'm just an out of work musician
Just an out
I'm just an out
I'm just an out of work musician
I'm just an out
I'm just an out
A down and out of work musician
I'm just an out
A down and out
A dirty out of work musician
I'm just an out
I'm just an out
I'm just an out of work musician
And so on...