Your mother she protected you

And softened every blow

And brought you up to fear the worst

To be careful as you go



And the learned educators

With drip-feed (thrifty?) facts to fill

You up to here with reason

Well-meaning overkill



If you find yourself a-growing

to be old before your time

Get off the endless corridor

Set your soul out on the line



Drive on the young side of life



When the pressure pains are building

And you're forced to join the crush

In the race to mediocrity

So respectable and plush



And while the child within is raging

And threatens to break out

Get off the endless corridor

Make a timely turnabout



Drive on the young side of life.