I could be the driver an articulated lorrynI could be a poet I wouldn't need to worrynI could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholarsnI could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahsnWhat a wastenWhat a wastenWhat a wastenWhat a wastennCHORUS:nBecause I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band,nFirst-night nerves every one-night stand.nI should be glad to be so inclined.nWhat a waste! What a waste!nBut I don't mind.nnI could be a lawyer with strategems and rusesnI could be a doctor with poultices and bruisesnI could be a writer with a growing reputationnI could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway StationnWhat a waste (x4)nnRepeat CHORUSnnI could be the catalyst that sparks the revolutionnI could be an inmate in a long-term institutionnI could dream to wide extremes, I could do or dienI could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go bynWhat a waste (x4)nnRepeat CHORUS