Well, the rest of my life lay in front of me   I was pedaling down the road   When I saw Nell Gwynne and her oranges   And I said, "I'll have one of those"      She said, "Move over, Busker   Don't bang your drum   Move over, Busker   Your time will come"      Well, I was hanging around for a miracle   Struggling with a rhyme   When I saw Mae West in a sweaty vest   And I said, "I'll come up and see you sometime"      She said, "Move over, Busker   That's not my style   Your chance is coming   In a little while"      You've got it coming, come on, come on   You've got it coming, coming to you   You've got it coming, come on, come on   You've got it coming, coming to you      Well, I've been waiting but I'm impatient   No one can hold me back, I want to stay with the action   But I won't get it, my great illusion   Will vanish anyhow if I don't grab it now, oh      Well, I was hacking my way through the undergrowth   Juggling with my pride   When I saw Errol Flynn in a tiger skin   And I said, "You look satisfied"      Well, he looked down at me from his motor home   And he gave me a dirty smile   He said, "Well, yes, I am, but she's calling me   Would you excuse us for a while?"      Yeah, move over, Busker   Your day is done   Move over, Busker   My time has come      I'm tellin' you to move over, Busker, come on, come on   I'll wait my turn, come on, come on   Move over, Busker   My time has come   You've got it coming, coming to you      Move over Busker, come on, come on   Yeah, your day, your day is done, come on, come on   Move over Busker   My time has come   You've got it coming, coming to you