Bitter Fingers lyrics

Artist  : Elton John 
Song : Bitter Fingers
 
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