When it?s pop goes the weasel, let go of the easel   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