Elton John Lyrics
"Bitter Fingers"

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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

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

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....
This song is from the album "Captain Fantastic [Deluxe 30th Anniversary]" and "Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy".