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The Busker

from Recluses Unite! by Al Duvall

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I'm only the busker of the town my calling's inconsequential
I'm just a buffoon a fool a clown the opposite of essential
I fill the square with glee and mirth to cheer your day a little
And then to show me what I'm worth you spatter my hat with spittle
Spittle you spatter my hat with spittle
The policeman earns his daily crust from evidence he's collected
The sculptor likewise makes a bust and likewise he is respected
The athlete bravely kicks a ball the vicar waxes holy
Compared to them I don't work at all no wonder my station's lowly
Lowly no wonder my station's lowly
I'm only the busker of the town a prostitute once I fancied
She eyed me up on the eiderdown and kicked me upon my pants seat
She said Get up and quit my door it hurts my reputation
To take your business what with your disreputable vocation
Your disreputable vocation
So spare some change as you pass by oh you can come up with tuppence Don't take my songs for free or I will orchestrate your comeuppance
My tunes will keep you up all night I'll mock you in my verses
And next time you pass by I might just serenade you with curses
Curses I'll serenade you with curses

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from Recluses Unite!, released August 1, 2008

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