What A Waste Lyrics - Bare Again - Barb Jungr

I could be the driver an articulated lorry 

I could be a poet I wouldn't need to worry 

I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars 

I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs 

What a waste 

What a waste 

What a waste 

What a waste 

[Chorus] 

Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band, 

First-night nerves every one-night stand. 

I should be glad to be so inclined. 

What a waste! What a waste! 

But I don't mind. 

I could be a lawyer with strategems and ruses 

I could be a doctor with poultices and bruises 

I could be a writer with a growing reputation 

I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station 

What a waste [Repeat: x4] 

[Chorus] 

I could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution 

I could be an inmate in a long-term institution 

I could dream to wide extremes, I could do or die 

I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go by 

What a waste [Repeat: x4] 

[Chorus: x4]