An iBeat track by enoe, beefed up with mixter stalwarts and given a lyric.

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Nearly every ham actor thinks they’re an artiste
As you might have guessed I’m unimpressed with your little theatre piece
Get on with it, if you intend to send me to hell
Whatever you think is next for you, I’m sure you’ll milk that dry as well

Please don’t spin me any yarns, any barnstorming tales
You’ve measured me up for my coffin, you may as well bang in the nails
Get on with it, speed the plough
If you’re going to do it, you may as well do it now

You say you only want to mix with just the right crowd
Where all the people are winners, where no losers are allowed
Get on with it, your night out on the tiles
The way you stuck it to me nearly had me rolling in the aisles

I’m sure all your reasons are high-minded, above board and top draw
I’m sure all of your motives are as pure as you’re making out they are
Get on with it, if you think right is on your side
Because you know you’re right, everything you do is justified

You’ve long planned to jump out at me, scare me out of my wits
So don’t just stand there grandstanding, chewing the scenery to bits
Get on with it, what you think needs to be done
The sooner you ruin my life the sooner I can get another one

If you’re going to use a hammer use the one with the claw
It’s not like you’re shy or think that I deserve better or more
Get on with it, before the question gets too vexed
The sooner you break my heart the sooner I can get it fixed

Life is only short, it just seems long my friend
Especially when you lay out all the lonely nights end to end
Get on with it, get on with your killing spree
It must be for your own benefit, cos it’s not doing anything for me

Nearly every ham actor thinks they’re an artiste
As you might have guessed I’m unimpressed with your little theatre piece
Get on with it, if you intend to send me to hell
Whatever you think is next for you I’m sure you’ll milk that dry as well