Bitter Fingers

Elton John a Bernie Taupin

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“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 summer 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.

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 ‘em out thick and fast
And we'll still pat your backs.
`Cause we need what we can get
To launch another dozen acts.
Are you working?”


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