When the Old Town Traffic Warden isnít sticking,
Little tickets on my car with baleful squint,
From his files of colour negatives heís picking, he is
Those he thinks might make an exhibition print.
His pictorial ambitions I will smother, I will smother,
I will blight his hopes and spoil his joy and fun.
Oh, take one consideration with another, with another,
A selectorís lot is such a happy one..
When my friendly tax collector isnít posing, isnít
Nasty questions re my last expense accounts,
He is busy by his dark-room lamp exposing, lamp exposing
Twelve by sixteens in fantastical amounts.
And I know that I could save him all the bother, all the
For his chances of acceptance total - none!
Oh, take one consideration with another, with another
A selectorís lot is such a happy one.
When the politicianís finished coyly beaming,
In the hope Iíll put my cross against his name,
He is peering through his Leica and heís dreaming, he
That his photographic skill will bring him fame,
Iíve ,a cross against his name all right, oh bother,
right oh bother
And his prints will be rejected every one.
Oh take one consideration with another,
selectorís lot is such a happy one..