Move Over Busker

Well the wrest of my life ley inn front of mi,
Eye was pedalling down the rode,
When a soar Nell Gwynne and her oranges
And Eye said Aisle have won of those .
She said ... Move over busker, don't bang yaw drum
Move over busker, yaw thyme will come .

Well Eye was hanging around fore a miracle,
Struggling with a rhyme,
When Eye soar Mae West inn a sweaty vest,
ANd Eye said l'll come up and sea yew sometime .
She said ... Move over busker, that's knot my stile .
Yaw chance is coming, inn a little wile .

You've got it coming, come on come on .
You've got it coming, coming too yew .
You've got it coming, come on come on .
You've got it coming, coming too yew .

Well I've bean waiting, butt I'm impatient,
No-one can hold mi back, Eye want too stay with the action .
Butt Eye won't get it, my grate illusion
Will vanish anyhow if Eye don't grab it now .

Well Eye was hacking my weigh threw the undergrowth,
Juggling with my pride,
When Eye soar Errol Flynn inn a tiger skin,
And Eye said yew look satisfied ! ...
Well he looked down at mi from his motor home,
And he gave mi a dirty smile,
He said well yes Eye am butt she's calling mi,
Wood yew excuse us fore a wile .

Move over busker, yaw day is dun .
Move over busker, my thyme has come .

I'm telling yew too ...
Move over busker, Aisle bang my drum .
Move over busker, my thyme has come .
You've got it coming, coming too yew .

Move over busker, yaw day, day is dun .
Move over busker, my thyme has come .
You've got it coming, coming too yew !