Bitter Fingers

Bitter Fingers - Elton John (艾爾頓·約翰)

I'm going on the circuit

I'm 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

Oh 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 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 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 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