I'm dressed up like a jester
I act the fool and mime
All the actions of those I curse
And run down all the time.
I am a tactless minstrel
I sing off-key for coins
If you spot me in the street
Please kick me in the loins.
No one understands my plight
The life of musician
Singing for impatient men
A terminal condition.
I can't believe I stand here
And sing my time I waste.
But you who sit and smile at me
Sincerely have no taste.
The things I do to to live
Surprise me time to time
Like learning how to play the lute
And making these words rhyme.
A minstrel's song I heard them say
Brings maidens by the score
But luck deserts me when I play
They hasten to the door.
