Beg Your Pardon

I’m in the band called “Beg Your Pardon” Our latest, “The Luddits Headway” Sells well, and the “Forest of Arden” Our hit, has got some airplay There ain’t no plans for touring though: The phase of changes lingers on Our singer left to form the “Zoo” Our drummer yesterday has gone The reason was the weak attendance Our captive crowd went away Eventually, our independence Drifts in the truest luddits way.. For goodness sake, I’m not complaining You see me busking every day Still “Beg Your Pardon” stuff I’m playing Although it sounds a bit too plain In my rendition, but who cares The people pass me on the street Last night a lady from upstairs Came down, and we talked a bit She was a bassist in “Murango” An ethnic band that played worldwide I put some jazz, we danced a tango Got a few clappings in the night.