This is the story of Jonathan Wotsit
Who lives in one room at a lodgings in Dock Street
He's trying so hard to become a musician
To play at the prom is his only ambition

Busy, busy, busy it's never ending
Busy, busy, busy the time he's spending
Practise on the fiddle for hours unending
Working away at the office each day
As he journeys nearer success
Funny how time slips away
Things were so good yesterday

Now Jonathan's forty his stomach's protruding
His teeth are decaying, they say he is losing
He looks in the mirror and see there before him
The shell of a man if he could but restore him

Busy, busy, busy it's never ending
Busy, busy, busy the time he's spending
Practise on the fiddle for hours unending
Working away at the office each day
As he journeys nearer success
Funny how time slips away
Things were so good yesterday

Busy, busy, busy it's never ending
Busy, busy, busy the time he's spending
Practise on the fiddle for hours unending
Working away at the office each day
As he journeys nearer success
Funny how time slips away
Things were so good yesterday

Working, he's working.....
