Said he was an actor  Bit of a photographer  But made his living out of laughter  Which made him a comedian  Waiting for his million  That was soon coming  But for now he was bumming  He looked in the mirror  Looking back at an era  And finished up his brushstroke  And laughing at a private joke  He saw the self-hate  In his self-portrait  That would one day hang in the tate  Next to a rembrandt  But still couldn’t pay the rent-man  He said he was a musician  Who had this ambition  For everyone to listen  To his natural rhythm  But for now he was chilling  Just saying this :  It’s a matter of time  Before I get mine  You could call it fate  I’m just waiting for my break  I’m just waiting for my break  He said he was a model  But the only trouble  Was he didn’t like the idea  Of getting photographed in swimwear  But he might try it next year  He’s starting up a business  Before next christmas  'Cause he worked better on his own  With a mobile phone  But still waiting for the bank loan  He said he was a worker  That suffered from inertia  A real soul searcher  That had no religion  But still went to confession  He says he is a free spirit  Though he doesn’t appear it  Living in a bedsit  With no fire exit  Waiting for a giro cheque  That’s soon coming  But for now he’s bumming  Just saying this :  It’s a matter of time  Before I get mine  You could call it fate  I’m just waiting for my break  I’m just waiting for my break  Let me tell you this story  Over the drink you brought me  You see  I’m an actor  Bit of a photographer  But make my living out of laughter  Which makes me a comedian  Waiting for my million  That’s soon coming