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| Pete Atkin sings
You Better Face It, Boy by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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You better face it boy You're getting old to be a clown You're running short of joy There isn't anyone in town Who hasn't heard it all before You're not so clever any more No doubt about it friend The bloom is going off the rose The movie's getting to the end The show is folding to a close And every Monday evening brings The new boys waiting in the wings It can't be far The day is coming when you'll freeze And you'll forget it all Even who you are You'll be standing in the dazzle of the Pattern 23s Like a rabbit in the headlights of a car You better face it boy You're getting old to be a clown And running short of joy And getting old to be a boy There isn't anyone in town Who hasn't heard it all before Your name is peeling off the door You're not the big draw any more | |||||
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