oh-and the world it shows me up

my clothes they show me up

I never knew this before

my finest hour that I've ever known

was finding a pound on the underground



oh-and my words came stumbling out

then I went tumbling out

I've never been hit before

and the finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the

underground



and I'll keep hoping you are the same as me and I'll send you letters and

come to your house for tea we are who we are what do the others know? but

poetry is not for me

so show me the way to go home



oh-and the words came stumbling out of my mouth and I went tumbling out

but I'll keep hoping you are the same as me and I'll send you letters and

come to your house for tea we are who we are what do the others know? but

poetry is not for me so show me the way to go oh, I'm going home



but I'll keep hoping you are the only one yes and I'll send you letters

wouldn't it be such fun? we are who we are whatever the others say? but

poetry is not for me

& much as I'd like to stay

oh I just want to go home



you're you're you're too young

should've been you you're you're too young

it should've been you too, you're too, you're too young

it should've been you you you're too young

you should've been safer saner

bribed the judge and then sat down

ooh you're you're you're too young