Said he was an actor
  Bit of a photographer
  But made his living out of laughter
  Which made him a comedian
  Waiting for his million
  That was soon coming
  But for now he was bumming
  He looked in the mirror
  Looking back at an era
  And finished up his brushstroke
  And laughing at a private joke
  He saw the self-hate in his self-portrait
  That would one day hang in the tate
  Next to a rembrandt
  But still couldn't pay the rent-man
  He said he was a musician
  Who had this ambition
  For everyone to listen
  To his natural rhythm
  But for now he was chilling
  Just saying this :
  It's a matter of time
  Before I get mine you could call it fate
  I'm just waiting for my break
  I'm just waiting for my break
  He said he was a model
  But the only trouble
  Was he didn't like the idea
  Of getting photographed in swimwear
  But he might try it next year
  He's starting up a business
  Before next christmas
  Cos he worked better on his own
  With a mobile phone
  But still waiting for the bank loan
  He said he was a worker
  That suffered from inertia
  A real soul searcher
  That had no religion
  But still went to confession
  He says he is a free spirit
  Though he doesn't appear it
  Living in a bedsit
  With no fire exit
  Waiting for a giro cheque
  That's soon coming
  But for now he's bumming
  Just saying this :
  It's a matter of time
  Before I get mine
  You could call it fate
  I'm just waiting for my break
  I'm just waiting for my break
  Let me tell you this story
  Over the drink you brought me
  Y'see
  I'm an actor
  Bit of a photographer
  But make my living out of laughter
  Which makes me a comedian
  Waiting for my million
  That's soon coming