When it’s pop goes the weasel let go of the easel You don’t want this rickety rackety life It’s seat of the trousers It’s all sink or swim, son I’d kill to get crimson on this palette knife And I’d steal in a minute I’m up to here in it You here behaving as though I’m a saint Get a job with a pension Don’t ever mention you once had a craving for the brushes and paint So go, forget it, let it all go let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go
A hack writer judges my swipes and my smudges he doesn’t like pictures with blotches and blots The drawing room tea set wants horses, sunsets sweet nothings - the seaside with yachts Here’s the end of the thirties no time for arties over in Poland a right old to-do So go join the navy the air force or the army They’ll all be enrolling young fellows like you So go, forget it, let it all go let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go
These are not my decisions flaming visions ringing expressions the clamouring voice It’s volcanic desire the unquenchable fire It isn’t a question of having the choice Anyway, now I’m old but if you won’t be told if you’ve been created to answer the call all passion and lust is going to end in the dust but you’ll hang on some government gallery wall You must go, forget it let it all go, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Go, forget it let it all go, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go