When it's pop goes the weasel,
Let go of the easel,
You don't want
This rickety rackety life.
It's seat of the trousers,
It's all sink or swim, son.
I'd kill to get crimson
On this palette knife.
And I'd steal in a minute,
I'm up to here in it,
You here behaving
As though I'm a saint.
Get a job with a pension,
Don't ever mention
You once had a craving
For the brushes and paint.
So go, forget it, let it all go,
Let it all go.
Go, forget it, let it all go.
Go, forget it, let it all go,
Let it all go.
Go, forget it, let it all go,
Let it all go.
A hack writer judges
My swipes and my smudges.
He doesn't like pictures
With blotches and blots.
The drawing room tea set
Wants horses, sunsets,
Sweet nothings,
The seaside with yachts.
Here's the end of the thirties,
No time for arties
Over in Poland,
A right old to-do.
So go join the navy,
The air force or the army,
They'll all be enrolling
Young fellows like you.
So go, forget it, let it all go,
Let it all go.
Go, forget it, let it all go.
Go, forget it, let it all go,
Let it all go.
Go, forget it, let it all go,
Let it all go.
These are not my decisions,
Flaming visions
Ringing expressions,
The clamouring voice.
It's a volcanic desire,
the unquenchable fire.
It isn't a question
Of having the choice.
Anyway, now I'm old,
But if you own't be told,
If you've been created
To answer the call,
All passion and lust
Is going to end in the dust,
But you'll hang on some
Government gallery wall.
So go, forget it, let it all go,
Let it all go.
Go, forget it, let it all go.
Go, forget it, let it all go,
Let it all go.
Go, forget it, let it all go,
Let it all go.
