Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitter Fingers, artist - Elton John. Date of issue: 18.05.1975
Song language: English
Bitter Fingers |
| I’m going on the circuit |
| I’m doing all the clubs |
| And I really need a song, boys |
| To stir those workers up |
| And get their wives to sing it with me |
| Just like in the pubs |
| When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney |
| Oh, could you knock a line or two |
| Together for a friend? |
| Sentimental, tear-inducing |
| With a happy end |
| And we need a tune to open |
| Our season at Southend |
| Can you help us? |
| It’s hard to write a song with bitter fingers |
| So much to prove, so few to tell you why |
| Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing |
| At the keyboard player’s hollow haunted eyes |
| It seems to me a change is really needed |
| I’m sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das (la-de-da…) |
| No more long days hacking hunks of garbage |
| Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars |
| I like the warm blue flame |
| The hazy heat it brings |
| It loosens up the muscles |
| And forces you to sing |
| You know it’s just another hit and run |
| From the tin pan alley twins |
| And there’s a chance that one day |
| You might write a standard, lads |
| So churn them out quick and fast |
| And we’ll still pat your backs |
| 'Cause we need what we can get |
| To launch another dozen acts |
| Are you working? |
| It’s hard to write a song with bitter fingers |
| So much to prove, so few to tell you why |
| Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing |
| At the keyboard player’s hollow haunted eyes |
| It seems to me a change is really needed |
| I’m sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das (la-de-da…) |
| No more long days hacking hunks of garbage |
| Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars |
| It’s hard to write a song with bitter fingers |
| So much to prove, so few to tell you why |
| Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing |
| At the keyboard player’s hollow haunted eyes |
| It seems to me a change is really needed |
| I’m sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das (la-de-da…) |
| No more long days hacking hunks of garbage |
| Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars |
| (La-de-da…) |
| Swinging stars, swinging stars |
| It’s hard to write a song with bitter fingers |
| So much to prove, so few to tell you why |
| Those old die-hards in Denmark- |