Bitter Fingers

Music by elton john

Lyrics by bernie taupin

Available on the album captain fantastic and the brown dirt cowboy



I'm going on the circuit, i'm doing all the clubs

And i really need a song boys to stir those workers up

And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the pubs

When i worked the good old pubs in stepney



Oh could you knock a line or two together for a friend

Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end

And we need a tune to open our season at southend

Can you help us





It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers

So much to prove, so few to tell you why

Those old die-hards in denmark street start laughing

At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes

It seems to me a change is really needed

I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das

No more long days hacking hunks of garbage

Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars





I like the warm blue flame, the hazy heat it brings

It loosens up the muscles and forces you to sing

You know it's just another hit and run from the tin pan alley twins





And there's a chance that one day you might write a standard lads

So churn them out quick and fast and we'll still pat your backs

`cause we need what we can get to launch another dozen acts

Are you working


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