When it's pop goes the weasel, let go of the easelnYou don't want this rickety rackety lifenIt's seat of the trousers, it's all sink or swim, sonnI'd kill to get crimson on this palette knifennAnd I'd steal in a minute, I'm up to here in itnYou here behaving as though I'm a saintnGet a job with a pension, don't ever mentionnYou once had a craving for the brushes and paintnnSo go, forget it, let it all go, let it all gonGo, forget it, let it all gonGo, forget it, let it all go, let it all gonGo, forget it, let it all go, let it all gonnA hack writer judges my swipes and my smudgesnHe doesn't like pictures with blotches and blotsnThe drawing room tea set wants horses, sunsetsnSweet nothings, the seaside with yachtsnnHere's the end of the thirties, no time for artiesnOver in Poland, a right old to-donSo go join the navy, the air force or the armynThey'll all be enrolling young fellows like younnSo go, forget it, let it all go, let it all gonGo, forget it, let it all gonGo, forget it, let it all go, let it all gonGo, forget it, let it all go, let it all gonnThese are not my decisions, flaming visionsnRinging expressions, the clamoring voicenIt's volcanic desire, unquenchable firenIt isn't a question of having a choicennAnyway, now I'm old but if you won't be toldnYou've been created to answer the callnAll passion and lust is gonna end in the dustnBut you'll hang on some government gallery wallnnYou must go, forget it, let it all go, let it all gonGo, forget it, let it all gonGo, forget it, let it all go, let it all gonGo, forget it, let it all go, let it all go