All verses Am/ G/ Am/ C

Am/ Just because my tongue is cleft
   G/ and I’ve got tinnitus on the left
Am/ doesn’t mean I can’t sing in tune
   C/ I’ve being playin’ here since noon

Someone’s thrown me a rotten egg
at least I’m singin’ and I don’t beg
I’d juggle if I had the balls
down the alley a tom cat-calls

Bad busker, bad busker, is my name
all my songs, they sound the same
I’m tapping my feet to the strum
but no one joins me in the hum

The crowd gets bigger when I stop
that’s usually when a string goes pop
I can play with five just as well as six
a D without an E I can hide in the mix

So I keep on going ’til the next one snaps
that’s when I hear the slow hand claps
five already missing, not looking sharp
I’ll finish the song, like on a jews harp

It is sounding like a didgeridoo
no keys no chords and no Ballyhoo
now just imagine, imagine, what if
my only tune was the Peter Gunn riff?

Bad busker, bad busker, is my name
all my songs they sound the same
time to check what’s in the hat
it’s empty again, well it’s tit for tat

Bad busker, bad busker, is my name
all my songs they sound the same
no one ever asks, to play it again Sam
I’m packin up, it’s time to scram

Bad busker, bad busker, I’m movin’ on
leavin’ before the crowd has gone
bad busker, bad busker, is my name

all one-string songs they sound the same

     Repeat

Bad busker, bad busker, I’m movin’ on
leavin’ before the crowd has gone
bad busker, bad busker, is my name

all one-string songs they sound the same.