Paul McCartney - Move Over Busker lyrics

Well, the rest of my life lay in front of me

I was pedalling down the road

When I saw Nell Gwynne and her oranges

And I say, "I'll have one of those"

She said, "Move over, Busker, don't bang the drum

Move over, Busker, your time will come"

Well, I was hanging around for a miracle

Struggling with a rhyme

When I saw Mae West in a sweaty vest

And I said "I'll come up and see you some time"

She said, "Move over, Busker, that's not my style

Your chance is coming in a little while"

You've got it coming, come on, come on

You've got it coming, coming to you

You've got it coming, come on, come on

You've got it coming, coming to you

Well, I've been waiting (waiting)

But I'm impatient

No one can hold me back

I wanna stay with the action

But I won't get it (get it)

My great illusion

Will vanish anyhow

If I don't grab it now

Whoa

Oh, babe

A belly dancer

Well, I was hacking my way through the undergrowth

Juggling with my pride

When I saw Errol Flynn in a tiger skin

And I said, "You look satisfied"

Uh, well, he looked down at me from his motor home

And he gave me a dirty smile

He said, "Well, yes, I am, but she's calling me

Would you excuse us for a while?"

Yeah, move over, Busker, your day is done

Move over, Busker, my time has come

I'm telling you to

Move over, Busker (come on, come on)

I'll bang my drum (come on, come on)

Move over, Busker, my time has come (you've got it coming, coming to you)

Ooh, move over, Busker (come on, come on)

Yeah, your day, your day is done (come on, come)

Move over, Busker, my time has come (you've got it coming, coming to you)