Pete Atkin - Practical Man lyrics

Atkin-James Last night I drank with a practical man Who seemed to think he knew me well He had no debts and he had no troubles All night long he kept setting up doubles And he asked me 'What have you got to sell?' 'I'll see you right' said the practical man 'A boy like you should be living high All you do is get up and be funny And I'll turn the laughs into folding money Can you name me anything that can't buy?' 'So you deal in dreams' said the practical man 'So does that mean you should be so coy? I fixed one chap a show on tele' Who limped like Byron and talked like Shelley Through a ten-part epic on the fall of Troy' 'I'll tell you what' said the practical man As he tapped the ash from a purple f*g 'Let's head uptown for a meal somewhere You can sing me something while we're driving there There's a grand piano in the back of my Jag' So I sang my song to the practical man It sounded bad but she couldn't hear And the silent lights of town went streaming As if the car was a turtle dreaming The night was sad and she was nowhere near 'It's a great idea' said the practical man As they brought in waiters on flaming swords 'You love this chick and it's really magic But she won't play ball -- that's kinda tragic Now how do we get this concept on the boards?' 'I see it like this' said the practical man As he chose a trout from the restaurant pool 'We change it round so she's going frantic To win the love of the last romantic And you're the one, her wild creative fool' So I thought it all over as the practical man Watched them slaughter the fatted calf I saw again her regretful smile Sweet to look at though it meant denial It was bound to hurt but I had to laugh And that's when I told the practical man As he drank champagne from the Holy Grail There are some ideas you can't play round with Can't let go of and you can't give ground with 'Cause when you die they're what you're found with There are just some songs that are not for sale