Brushes lyrics
by Graham Parker
Well I love it when those drummers play the brushes
I love it when they stroke it like a girl
Love the sound of skylarks and thrushes
And I love to eat the oyster round the pearl
I can't believe I'm working in a garage
I can't believe I'm pumpin' gas all day
It's just the kinda life I disparage
But I'm stuck with it now I have to say
Oh I want to be where the land meets the sea
With a lifeguard looking out for me
Oh she'll look like somеthing from a hairspray advert
Or cosmetics company wherе all her makeup's free
I can't believe I worked in a factory
Making rubber gloves everyday
Well that kinda future could have been me
It was only inches away