Real Job

My son, the time has come for you to make a big decision

Do you want to live the life of a down and out musician?

While your friends are clapping hands as they roll into the bank

And you're walking from the station to the nearest taxi rank

Do you want to be a doctor, a lawyer, engineer?

Or in corporate ladder climbing to advance in your career?

And even though you'll be unhappy

At least you'll get a car

Before you make a start

Make sure you get a real, real job (Aah)

A real, real job (Aah)

A real, real job (Aah)

A real, real job (Aah)

Now I know you spend your days by perfecting the guitar

There simply is no guarantee that you'll become a star

But if you're an accountant, you'll travel very far

From a tiny basement office to an upstairs with a bar

Now I know it sounds predictable

You'll know when you've arrived

When you're cruising down the highway in that brand new 325

And you're putting down that payment on that house behind the park

Before you make a start

Make sure you get a real, real job (Aah)

A real, real job (Aah)

A real, real job (Aah)

A real, real job (Aah)

Now don't you count your chickens before they even hatch

Don't you waste a fruitful future on the things you shouldn't have

And don't become a singer in a rock band

Before you make a stand

Make sure you get a real, real job (Aah)

Make sure you get a real, real job (Ooh)

My dad, he thinks that I've been wasting my life

Chasing a dream that will never realise

I can't make it as an artist, I won't survive

I have to prove I'm a man before my boat arrives

I have to make it as a CEO, boss of multi-nationals

Pushing Alpha Romeos up and down a busy road

People on the street will go, "Your dad should be proud!"

I wonder if they ever knew how hard I try

To prove that I am capable and not another waste of space

Not another hopeless case hoping for a lucky break

Knowing there's no guarantee, no-one in my family

Believes in my humanity, they think it's all insanity

Living in a fantasy, living in a dream

Running from reality is what it looks to mean

They never see the heartache, they never see the grief

How can I do a work of art my dad would believe?

But now you're playing Wembley Stadium and the crowd begins to shout

How did I let those silly words just slip out of my mouth?

How could I be so calloused as to never figure out?

You took me with a doubt

And didn't get a real, real job (Aah)

A real, real job (Aah)

A real, real job (Aah)

A real, real job (Aah)

Welakapela, you didn't get a real job

Welakapela, you didn't get a real job

Welakapela, you didn't get a real job

Welakapela, you didn't get a real job