I can still rememberThe last time we played on Top GearAnd though
each little songWas less than three minutes longMike squeezed a
solo in... somehowAnd although we like our longer tunesIt seemed
polite to cut them downTo little bits - they might be hitsWho
gives an... after all?Tell me how would you feelIn the place of
John Peel?You just can't pleaseall of the musicians all the
timePlaying now is lovelyHere in the BBCWe're free to play
almost as long and as loudAs a jazz group, or an orchestra on
Radio ThreeThere are dancehalls and theatresWith acoustics worse
than hereNot forgetting the extra facilitiesSuch as the tea
machine, just along the corridorSo to all our mates like
Kevin,Caravan, the old Pink FloydAllow me to recommend 'Top
Gear'Despite its extraordinary nameYes, playing, playing now
is lovelyHere in the BBCWe're free to play almost as long
and as loudAs the foreign language classes... and the John Cage
interview...and the jazz groups... and the orchestras on Radio 3
Pop stars drink each others' winePlough each others'
earthHoping for companionshipAnd then perhaps rebirthPlant seeds
in fresher plots of earthBound up in concepts and dreamsAnd fears
of worse things to comeThey never doThey stay the
sameMusic-making stillPerforms a normal functionBackground noise
for peopleEating and talking and drinking and smokingThat's
all right by usDon't think that we're complainingAfter
all it's only leisure time, isn't it?I could almost
sing this songIn a nice tone of voiceIf I had to, I'd be
glad toIt's awfully nice to be hereSo let's open the
beers and get tipsyWe'd be mad toBut if you sound
refinedYou just can't blow the mind of a kiddyOr a young
ladyAnd if you come from the sunYou just can't fool a mum
into thinkingThat you're alright, reallySo before this
feeling diesRemember, I could be telling liesNow, I love your
eyesSee how the time fliesI think it's so greatYou seem to
change your fateBy working and playingSomething new in every
wayCan be yours in a dayBut I wonder what I'm really
sayingSo just before this feeling diesRemember I may be telling
liesFalsehoodsWhite liesAdvertsIdle
chatBanterHalf-truthsRumoursAnd just lies, plain lies...I
shan't say...One more word...So instead... I'll play
drums...