Bitter Fingers
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โฑ๏ธ 4:33 duration
๐ ID: 22963139
๐ Lyrics
I'm going on the circuit, 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
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, really needed
I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
I 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?
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, really needed
I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
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, really needed
I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
Swinging stars, swinging stars
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
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
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, really needed
I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
I 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?
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, really needed
I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
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, really needed
I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
Swinging stars, swinging stars
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.27] I'm going on the circuit, doing all the clubs
[00:21.22] And I really need a song, boys, to stir those workers up
[00:28.86] And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the pubs
[00:36.90] When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney
[00:44.47] Could you knock a line or two together for a friend?
[00:51.43] Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end
[00:59.36] And we need a tune to open
[01:03.26] Our season at Southend, can you help us?
[01:13.91] It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
[01:17.59] So much to prove, so few to tell you why
[01:20.93] Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
[01:24.42] At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes
[01:28.07] It seems to me a change is really, really needed
[01:31.62] I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
[01:35.63] No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
[01:38.54] Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
[01:44.95]
[01:58.64] I like the warm blue flame, the hazy heat it brings
[02:05.59] It loosens up the muscles and forces you to sing
[02:13.19] You know it's just another hit and run
[02:16.29] From the tin pan alley twins
[02:20.36] And there's a chance that one day
[02:23.36] You might write a standard lads, so churn them out quick and fast
[02:30.43] And we'll still pat your backs
[02:34.54] 'Cause we need what we can get to launch another dozen acts
[02:41.45] Are you working?
[02:48.82] It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
[02:52.57] So much to prove, so few to tell you why
[02:56.08] Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
[02:59.20] At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes
[03:03.04] It seems to me a change is really, really needed
[03:06.90] I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
[03:10.47] No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
[03:13.56] Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
[03:19.57] It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
[03:22.87] So much to prove, so few to tell you why
[03:26.23] Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
[03:29.80] At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes
[03:33.43] It seems to me a change is really, really needed
[03:37.00] I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
[03:40.72] No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
[03:43.73] Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
[03:49.61]
[04:16.05] Swinging stars, swinging stars
[04:20.84] It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
[04:23.51] So much to prove, so few to tell you why
[04:26.86] Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
[04:30.29]
[00:21.22] And I really need a song, boys, to stir those workers up
[00:28.86] And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the pubs
[00:36.90] When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney
[00:44.47] Could you knock a line or two together for a friend?
[00:51.43] Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end
[00:59.36] And we need a tune to open
[01:03.26] Our season at Southend, can you help us?
[01:13.91] It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
[01:17.59] So much to prove, so few to tell you why
[01:20.93] Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
[01:24.42] At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes
[01:28.07] It seems to me a change is really, really needed
[01:31.62] I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
[01:35.63] No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
[01:38.54] Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
[01:44.95]
[01:58.64] I like the warm blue flame, the hazy heat it brings
[02:05.59] It loosens up the muscles and forces you to sing
[02:13.19] You know it's just another hit and run
[02:16.29] From the tin pan alley twins
[02:20.36] And there's a chance that one day
[02:23.36] You might write a standard lads, so churn them out quick and fast
[02:30.43] And we'll still pat your backs
[02:34.54] 'Cause we need what we can get to launch another dozen acts
[02:41.45] Are you working?
[02:48.82] It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
[02:52.57] So much to prove, so few to tell you why
[02:56.08] Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
[02:59.20] At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes
[03:03.04] It seems to me a change is really, really needed
[03:06.90] I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
[03:10.47] No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
[03:13.56] Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
[03:19.57] It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
[03:22.87] So much to prove, so few to tell you why
[03:26.23] Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
[03:29.80] At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes
[03:33.43] It seems to me a change is really, really needed
[03:37.00] I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das
[03:40.72] No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
[03:43.73] Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
[03:49.61]
[04:16.05] Swinging stars, swinging stars
[04:20.84] It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
[04:23.51] So much to prove, so few to tell you why
[04:26.86] Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
[04:30.29]