A1 ON THE JUKEBOX
(Birch/Edmunds) © Plangent Visions Music Ltd

When I started out I thought that would make it double quick – I had that kind of confidence cos I was picked to click.  But if you could stand in my shoes, you wouldn’t feel so smart, cos I’m A1 on the jukebox, and nowhere on the chart.

My agent gives me spending cash; his pockets seem so deep.  I’d live just like a millionaire, if it were mine to keep.  But money ain’t a problem, no, it ain’t even a part, when you’re A1 on the jukebox, and nowhere on the chart.

A1 on the jukebox; played in every bar.  A1 on the jukebox; a big Wurlitzer star.  And nowhere in the hit parade, cos no-one likes my art, and I’m A1 on the jukebox, and nowhere on the chart.

I spend a fortune on the trades; they take my every cent.  I see my name in black and white, but words don’t pay the rent.  I know that I could get a run, if only I could start, but I’m A1 on the jukebox, and nowhere on the chart.  And I’m A1 on the jukebox, and nowhere on the chart.

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