Said he was an actor

Bit of a photographer

But made his living out of laughter

Which made him a comedian

Waiting for his million

That was soon coming

But for now he was bumming



He looked in the mirror

Looking back at an era

And finished up his brushstroke

And laughing at a private joke

He saw the self-hate

In his self-portrait

That would one day hang in the tate

Next to a rembrandt

But still couldn抰 pay the rent-man



He said he was a musician

Who had this ambition

For everyone to listen

To his natural rhythm

But for now he was chilling

Just saying this :



It抯 a matter of time

Before I get mine

You could call it fate

I抦 just waiting for my break

I抦 just waiting for my break



He said he was a model

But the only trouble

Was he didn抰 like the idea

Of getting photographed in swimwear

But he might try it next year



He抯 starting up a business

Before next christmas

'Cause he worked better on his own

With a mobile phone

But still waiting for the bank loan



He said he was a worker

That suffered from inertia

A real soul searcher

That had no religion

But still went to confession



He says he is a free spirit

Though he doesn抰 appear it

Living in a bedsit

With no fire exit

Waiting for a giro cheque

That抯 soon coming

But for now he抯 bumming

Just saying this :



It抯 a matter of time

Before I get mine

You could call it fate

I抦 just waiting for my break

I抦 just waiting for my break

Let me tell you this story

Over the drink you brought me

You see



I抦 an actor

Bit of a photographer

But make my living out of laughter

Which makes me a comedian

Waiting for my million

That抯 soon coming