Well, the rest of my life lay in front of me
I was pedalling down the road
When I saw Nell Gwynne and her oranges
And I say, "I'll have one of those"
She said, "Move over, Busker, don't bang the drum
Move over, Busker, your time will come"

Well, I was hanging around for a miracle
Struggling with a rhyme
When I saw Mae West in a sweaty vest
And I said "I'll come up and see you some time"
She said, "Move over, Busker, that's not my style
Your chance is coming in a little while"

You've got it coming, come on, come on
You've got it coming, coming to you
You've got it coming, come on, come on
You've got it coming, coming to you

Well, I've been waiting (waiting)
But I'm impatient
No one can hold me back
I wanna stay with the action
But I won't get it (get it)
My great illusion 
Will vanish anyhow
If I don't grab it now

Whoa
Oh, babe
A belly dancer

Well, I was hacking my way through the undergrowth
Juggling with my pride
When I saw Errol Flynn in a tiger skin
And I said, "You look satisfied"
Uh, well, he looked down at me from his motor home
And he gave me a dirty smile
He said, "Well, yes, I am, but she's calling me
Would you excuse us for a while?"

Yeah, move over, Busker, your day is done
Move over, Busker, my time has come

I'm telling you to
Move over, Busker (come on, come on)
I'll bang my drum (come on, come on)
Move over, Busker, my time has come (you've got it coming, coming to you)

Ooh, move over, Busker (come on, come on)
Yeah, your day, your day is done (come on, come)
Move over, Busker, my time has come (you've got it coming, coming to you)