Unrealistic expectations (Halucination with banjo)

I got holes in the soles o’ my shoes an’ I aint got a dollar to my name

But I’m a gonna leave this dead end town, ain’t never comin’ back again

I’m a thousand miles from Nashville, but it don’t matter how far

‘Cos I’m payin’ my way playin’ orchestral winds and I don’t need no guitar

I’m the Hobo with the Oboe

I’m the Bum with the Contra-bassoon

And I’m riding down through Tenessee

Double tonguin’ a country tune.

I got holes in my Tuxedo, an’ I aint got no regular gig

But I’m a gonna leave this dead end town, an’ you know I’m gonna make it big

I’m a thousand miles from Motown, but baby I couldn’t care less

‘Cos I’m the piccolo gigolo, plyin’ my trade and I don’t need no slap bass.

I’m the Travellin’ Tranverse flautist

I’m the Soloist with soul

I’m the rootin’ tootin’ tutti flute

And Tin Pan Alley’s my goal.

I got holes in my Cor Anglais, some of which ain’t supposed to be there

But I’m a gonna leave this dead end town, an’ honey I just don’t care

I’m a thousand miles from Memphis, but the king is calling me

Says you don’t need a big ole guitar band when you’re pitched at 443.

I’m the wanderin’ woodwind section

The itinerant double reed

Gonna overblow, till’ the labels know

I’m the only one they’ll ever need.

I’m the Hobo with the Oboe

I’m the Bum with the Contra-bassoon

And I’m riding down through Tenessee

Double tonguin’ a country tune.

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