Up in the cross you could see them Bathed in the food lights of the hot takeaways The MC was an old soldier, Yeah you would laugh but you couldn't understand a word that he said They had a legless harmonica player With his pillow and his bottle and his saucepan in hand He would grin at the confident preacher And they would wait for his word to strike up the band Crowds would gather round Some would take the high ground To see the show They would stop them in their tracks Big coins and little notes Would they throw This was the start of the rise of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers And boy that band could really play They had the rhythm of the street The way the Charlie tapped his foot Was guaranteed to make the venture pay Betty bomb was screamer She learned to sing to keep her daddy at bay She saw The Buskers on a hot summer night And followed them to St. Kilda in the rain Well now, Betty knew all the old songs And she would get up and sing with them now and again Then, one night at a party for a millionaires son A naked man said that he would manage them Well he gave them all he had Pretty soon they were glad He came along Yes he took them to the top Strumming pop and blues and rock And their own songs This was the rise and the rise Of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers And boy that band could really play They were unique, they had the beat To make old ladies tap their feet And Bernie's tricks could just amaze It seemed to them that the world was theirs to take They worked for seven years without a break Fortunes were made and lost and made again And the chatter on the city street echoed their fame Well now, some say it never changed them The fact that they became a world phenomenon Bernie still laughed at the unknown And Bobby's sermon's seemed to go on and on Well now, Betty soon got her own show She was the toast of the town And the late night TV set And while the boys still laughed to remember Oh poor Betty, She still laughed to forget Well Charlie took a wife Soon three became five Then one again And fame had its price But none of the bills Were paid by them This was the rise and the rise Of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers And boy that band could really play They were unique, they had the beat To make old ladies tap their feet And Bernie's tricks could just amaze This was the rise and the rise Of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers And boy that band could really play They were unique, they had the beat To make old ladies tap their feet And Bernie's tricks could just amaze This was the rise and the rise Of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers