In the middle of the century
Hoping to avoid finishing
In cemetery or penitentiary
Not intending to fade away
Misspent youth of wireless kind
Told the truth quite hard to find
Wrote some words, spoke my mind
Did some work and then resigned
Once elected, never voted
Watched the moon float by
Chasing dreams both fast and slow
Sometimes taking, sometimes giving,
People make a lot of fuss
I just cherish what I've got,
one day here, the next day not
Changed my name to Jonathan,
Disdain, and scribbled lines,
libel, stunt, complaints and fines
I was born an entertainer,
in the middle of the century
Hoping to avoid finishing,
in seventy or eighty -three
Must be friends, I might fall
I've regretted it, I know
But you is comes before all
I've pro duced no TV, got no wife
spectacularly pointless life