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 volcanic desire; the unquenchable fire
It isn’t a question of having the choice
Anyway, now I’m old; but if you won’t be told
if you’ve been created to answer the call
all passion and l___ is going to end in the dust
but you’ll hang on some government gallery wall
You must 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
