When its pop goes the weasel, let go of the easel
You dont want this rickety rackety life
Its seat of the trousers, its all sink or swim, son
Id kill to get crimson on this palette knifeAnd Id steal in a minute, Im up to here in it
You here behaving as though Im a saint
Get a job with a pension, dont ever mention
You once had a craving for the brushes and paintSo go, forget it, let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go, let it all goA hack writer judges my swipes and my smudges
He doesnt like pictures with blotches and blots
The drawing room tea set wants horses, sunsets
Sweet nothings, the seaside with yachtsHeres the end of the thirties, no time for arties
Over in Poland, a right old to-do
So go join the navy, the air force or the army
Theyll all be enrolling young fellows like youSo go, forget it, let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go, let it all goThese are not my decisions, flaming visions
Ringing expressions, the clamoring voice
Its volcanic desire, unquenchable fire
It isnt a question of having a choiceAnyway, now Im old but if you wont be told
Youve been created to answer the call
All passion and lust is gonna end in the dust
But youll hang on some government gallery wallYou must go, forget it, let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go, let it all go