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I HAVEN’T GOT AN ALBUM COMING OUT   © Don Read 11.10.12

When I was ten me mum bought me a second hand guitar

She said that if I practiced hard one day I’d be a star

I learnt to play three chords and how to sway and stagger

I sang in incoherent style . I thought I was Mick Jagger

One day an agent spotted me and changed my bland demeanor

I did what Englebert had done but mum said I  looked meaner

They dressed me up in fancy clothes and I became Beau Brummell

We made a promo video inside the Mersey tunnel

Me mum thought that Beau Niddle was a more appropriate  name

It would be much more distinctive  when I got worldwide fame

With dreams of photo calls, PAs,. I sent a thousand demos

To all the big recording chaps what ride about in limos

I waited for the phone to ring with offers of  big contracts

It seemed that something’s missing I needed far more contacts

Well here I am at fifty  still playing local pubs

They love me doing  Beatles stuff in half empty clubs

And every night I ponder on what life’s all about

Then I open up my window and I begin to shout

“No I haven’t got  an album –I haven’t got an album

It’s unlikely that I’ll ever have an album coming out”

don-read@tiscali.co.uk      www.youtube.com/donread  

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