Artist/Band:
Elton John
Lyrics for Song: Bitter Fingers
Lyrics for Album: Captain Fantastic [2004]
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 diehards 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 (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?
It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
So much to prove, so few to tell you why
Those old diehards 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 (la-de-das)
No more long days hacking hunks of garbage
Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
(Repeat)
Swinging stars, swinging stars
It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
So much to prove, so few to tell you why
Those old diehards in Denmark Street start laughing....
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