Ho to be a Busker

Ho to be busker and play music to the many.
I'll do all with pleasure and just for you to give a penny.
I'll play you all my favourite tunes while you just look and wonder.
Or will someone in the gathering crowed want to steal my thunder.

This is how I earn my living playing my guitar.
I have entertained the millions as I've travelled near and far.
I've had the shopping public dancing in the street
I've had mums and dads clapping with their children to the beat.

As I sit there on my wooden box with my guitar in my hand.
I'm proud to be a man of music for I am a one-man band.
I have a thousand songs and melody's just sitting in my head.
I remember all the happy faces as I lay there in my bed.

I will do it all again next week but different songs next time.
Some that make the people sing and some that doesn't rhyme.
Some will take a pound in hand and place it in my hat.
Some will take a penny or two I'm just as happy with that.

I'm there to please the people and as silly as that sounds.
The pounds will make my fortune and the pennies make the pounds.
When my busking day is over and my audience have all gone home.
I'll go back to my humble house and sit there on my own.

I am a lonely busker but I am happy in my skin.
I know I've pleased my public with my music that's within.
My public doesn't know me they don't even know my name.
But I see familiar faces come to see me time and time again.

I am but a humble servant to my talent and my friends.
But I will carry on forever until my music ends.
Some will wonder why I do it in all weathers fair and foul.
Some will gaze in envy but will never ask me how.

You see my friends, I am but just a busker with a talent I can share.
And every week I'm at the same old place and I know I'll see you
there.
Every Saturday you will see me with my guitar and my box.
Same old ragged overcoat and worn out shoes and socks.

But as sure as night will follow day Monday morning will surely follow.
I will be there in my nice warm bed in my tiny little hollow.
You will work from dawn till dusk earning every single penny.
Working your tiny ******** off earning more food for my belly.

So as you toil away all day paying insurance and income tax.
I'll be doing on line banking and sending them a fax.
Dear Mr bank manager sir please add to my account.
My bankers draft for this week, yet another huge amount.

So to all my loyal followers who will gather round next week.
I look forward to your donation with my tongue inside my cheek.
I'll be playing at my usual place inside the mall shop fronts
And you can come and sing along you stupid load of ****s.