Brian T Parks - Busker Busker Lyrics

He was standing in the shelter of the supermarket door
And he played his Fender Flat Top as the rain began to pour
While he sang about his homeland so many miles from here
And his voice was rich and vibrant and his words were crystal clear

He said he was a doctor but they threw him in a cell
Cos the wrong coloured patients were the ones he made well
And he didn't toe the party line; he walked the other way
Now he's walked a million miles so I can hear him sing and play

Busker, busker sing me your song
Sing about the country where you once belonged
Sing about your villages and sing about your towns
And how your politicians were a crooked bunch of clowns

He said he was a peaceful man and not inclined to war
But they told him that was treason
And they knocked him to the floor
For when politicians tell you that's the way it's gotta be
They don't need to have a reason; there's no room to disagree

So he chose to leave his country and his family far behind
And the journey here was unclear and officials were unkind
Cos they told him immigration was a current can of worms
So he'd have to take a job here on temporary terms

Busker, busker sing me your song
Sing about the country where you once belonged
Sing about injustice and sing about your fears
And the heartbreaking tale of how you ended up here

And the shoppers hurried past him as they ran to reach their cars
And they looked at him as if he was an alien here from Mars
But he just kept right on singing for the ones who chose to hear
And his voice was rich and vibrant and his words were crystal clear

Busker, busker sing me your song
Sing about the country where you once belonged
Sing about injustice and sing about your fears
And the heartbreaking tale of how you ended up here
Woah. Busker busker
Woah. Busker busker