Elton John - Bitter Fingers Lyrics

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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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lyrics corrected by VirileVagabond on 09-01-2006