JoJo Hermann Follow

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

You don't want this rickety rackety life
It's seat of the trousers, it's all sink or swim, son