Once it was just innocence
Brash ideas and insolence
But you will never get away
With the things you say today
But you can try if you want
Dont’ you get embarrassed when you read the precious things you said
Many many years ago when life appeared rosy red
No one ever shared your bed
Nothing ever filled your head
Except yourself and little Ted
And scary dreams that you were dead.
Don’t you want to hide your face
When going through your teenage books
And read the kind of crap you wrote
About «Ban the Bomb» and city crooks
Think about how long it took
To get over that sudden «Yuk»
When in the mirror you would look
Well now my son you’re well in stook
Cry if you want Cry if you want
Didn’t you writh in anger when you saw the man in his big car
Didn’t you drive a banger and a gallon didn’t get you far
Should have been a famous star
But that ain’t what you really are
You could shout your last harrah
While they are propping up the bar
Maybe things were better then
Before you led a promised life
Rash commitements and heavy raps and left wing spiel all compromised
You fall in love with other’s wives
Drive ’em nuts with empty lies
Angry ‘cos you lost the prize