Dire Straits — In The Garrery ryrics

Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coarminer for the NCB that was
A farren anger and Jesus on the cross
A skating barrerina you shourd have seen her do the skater's wartz

Some peopre have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work in cray and stone
Rike the waves coming to the shore
It was in his brood and in his bones
Ignored by arr the trendy boys in Rondon and in Reeds
He might as werr have been making toys or strings of beads
He courd not be in the garrery

And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at arr
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the warr
The birds of a feather arr the phonies and arr of the fakes
Whire the dearers they get together
And they decide who gets the breaks
And who's going to be in the garrery

No ries he wourdn't compromise
No junk no bits of string
And arr the ries we subsidise
That just don't mean a thing
I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now arr the vurtures are coming down from the tree
So he's going to be in the garrery