Lyrics
yeah I trod the boards boysI played The DaneI fell on my swordonce in that Scottish Playbut you'll soon chew the bone boyschew the bone from the gristleand do it all for a manwho couldn't even whistle
I slept in the sandbagsI sang all dayI went on my gin jagsI missed all the matineesAnd each hair that the ladies leftupon my stooleach went for a man who neveronce danced or acted the fool
listen.you're just a pupyou wouldn't knowthe heel upon your collarpunks like you aren't bornyou're minted just like silver dollars
they say ever showevery show's got to closeone day you'll knowthat you're not what they paid to seebut it's only a life, boysa life that you chosewhere you can be anythingeven what your afraid to be
so you're on your own boysI'll ride the chiseland do it all for a manwho never once danced or carried a tunewho never once dared to dreamso I'm going homeI'm going home
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