Retired Ambitions

Went out to an open mic
And before I even downed my first pint
There was this lad who was playing my jam
And he looked dead camp
And smelt a bit like a tramp
But I said, "Eh up, son! Do you wanna start a band?"

And he said, "Me and you are gonna be famous some day"
"Me and you are gonna be famous some day"
"Me and you are gonna be famous some day"
And I liked his style and we jammed for a while
Because me and him were going to be famous some day, yeah

We held auditions for male, lead singers
So we could start a rock revival
A suicidal young man walks in
Looked like Jim Morrison with a mischievous grin

And he said, "I heard that you were starting a band"
"With me in it, you're bound to get more fans"
"The girls will be eating out our hands"
And we had our rig, we just needed some gigs
And then we'd be the next best-selling act

We looked incredible on stage at our first gig
The only problem was we sounded quite shit
Our only show was cursed
Coz no one had rehearsed

And ten years later, bass player's a waiter
Lead guitarist OD'd on drugs
And I sell plugs (For electronics and household goods)
And none of us ever got our break

And my wife said, "It's time to give up"
"There's no such thing as luck"
"You're expecting too much"
It was a dream and that's all it can be
So I better begin to do something non-fiction
And retire all... ambitions