Misplaced Credit
I’m on the outside, you’re on the outside
We won’t look in and we won’t dwell
This time we’ve got a story to tell
Mr Sailor Sam thought he was the man
He learnt to sail the sea before he got a tan
Now there’s wind in his sails, he knows, ‘cause he let it
But it’s just another case of misplaced credit
CHORUS:
Oh, it’s true, we’ve got the dreamers’ disease
Before the fame we say please
and afterwards we say “now I deserve it”
Reporter Robyn Wren knew the power of the pen
but Ben her boss is famous for the news at ten
She does the stories, he does the edit
But it’s just another case of misplaced credit
CHORUS:
Oh, it’s true, we’ve got the dreamers’ disease
Before the fame we say please
and afterwards we say “now I deserve it”
But what can you do?
The genius is not you
The genius is not me
And the gift is not free
Politician Pete knew the word on the street
And all of his assistants kiss his slimy feet
Now there’s rumours in the township, he knows ‘cause he spread it
But it’s just another motherless case misplaced
CHORUS:
Oh, it’s true, we’ve got the dreamers’ disease
Before the fame we say please
and afterwards we say “now I deserve it”
But what can you do?
The genius is not you
The genius is not me
And the gift is not free
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