(Ian M. Bruce) I can play you anything
Anything that you want to hear
I can play you anything
But you must let me practise
But you must let me practise
But you must let me practise for a year
Now when I write another song
There's great concentration at the start
After only a week or so
I nearly know the title off by heart - I'm smart
I nearly know the title off by heart
Given just a little more
A little more time to rehearse
After only two more months
I nearly know the whole first verse - I do
I nearly know the whole first verse
Two more months to find the chords
I'm very quick, you see
I never ever use clever chords
I just use C, G - and D
And with these three ...
Now here there should be a final verse
Then the story all would be told
But I can't sing that tonight
Because the song is just eleven months old
Final chorus:
I can play you anything
Anything that you want to hear
If you want to hear that final verse
You'll have to ask me back
You'll have to ask me back
You'll have to ask me back next year
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)