Letra de When do i get to sing

No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
They will just say "who are you"
Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot
Is predictable, not new
But you´re still stunned at the things you will do

No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes
On a call to God knows who
When all you feel is the rain and it´s hard to be vain
When no person looks at you
So just be gracious and wait in the queue

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So when do I get to sing "My Way"
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
When do I get to sing "My Way"
In heaven or hell
When do I get to do it my way
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt
When do I get to sing "My Way"
In heaven or hell

Yes, it´s a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day
And traditions must go on
And though I say, yes I see, no I really don´t see
Is my smiley face still on?
Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn

They´ll introduce me, "Hello, hello"
Women seduce me and champagne flows
Then the lights go low
There´s only one song I know

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There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams
And to flying plates and shoes
But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years
Not a moment I could choose
And not one offer that I could refuse

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