When it's pop goes the weasel, let go of the easel,
You don't want this rickety rackety life.
It's seat of the trousers, it's all sink or swim, son,
I'd kill to get crimson on this palette knife,
And I'd steal in a minute, I'm up to here in it.
You here behaving as though I'm a saint.
Get a job with a pension, don't ever mention
You once had a craving for the brushes and paint.
So 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.
A hack writer judges my swipes and my smudges,
He doesn't like pictures with blotches and blots.
The drawing room tea set wants horses, sunsets,
Sweet nothings, the seaside with yachts.
Here's 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,
They'll all be enrolling young fellows like you.
So 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.
These are not my decisions, flaming visions,
Ringing expressions, the clamoring voice.
It's volcanic desire, unquenchable fire,
It isn't a question of having a choice.
Anyway, now I'm old but if you won't be told,
You've been created to answer the call.
All passion and lust is gonna end in the dust,
But you'll hang on some government gallery wall.
You 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.