The Busker (feat. Aeron Z. Jones)

Running battle in the streets
Mad boys in brazen hate while
Caravan couples walk on by
Untroubled by their bloody fate. The

Busker keeps his head down low
Fearful for his fine guitar
And his takings in the bag, when a
PC in a panda car

Pulls up and the boys run helter
Skelter through the seaside streets
Of Cromer, and a sense of fear
Dissipates in summer heat

And I stand here wondering what will happen next on this day

Another bunch of likely lads
Approach the busker with requests
Adele, Capaldi, Elton John
The busker says he'll do his best while

Waiting for church bells to stop
Tormenting repetitious clangs
The copper asks what's going on
The busker vouches for the friendly gang

He feels like Lewis at Glasto
They listen and they sing along
Delivering a shining set
Backing vocals on every song and

I stand here wondering what will happen next on this day
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh

The lads have other games to play
Out for a good time, on the lash
They had their fun and need to leave
But each one handed over cash

A wise and witty lyricist
Fancies hearing self penned songs
The busker joyfully agrees
Showing just how much he longs to

Play on that Glasto stage
In front of his adoring fans
Though he knows he never will
He's among the also rans

And I stand here wondering what will happen next on this day
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh

A family of five sits down
Parents prompting kids to clap, they
Supplement his little crowd
At least he knows he isn't crap

The small crowd gathers near
Following the evening rush
Applause and thankyous bring a tear
And I see why he loves to busk and

Our eyes meet across the street and
I stand here wondering what will happen next on this
He stands here wondering what will happen next on this
We stand there wondering what will happen next on this day
On this day