You are a social embarrassment.
You're a waiter in the queues.
At school they were teaching you
To fit into place
With the thirty-five others too.
The only concensus of opinion was
For a rainmack or a bowler hat.

You are alone in your bedsitter
With a bed that was made for two.
And they couldn't work it out
She was insecure
And could not see it through.
So she's hitched off to Morocco on her own
Looking for something, looking for someone new.

How could they hear you, the music was too loud
And was only telling tales?

Now you cannot talk to your father.
The years have passed and
You've drifted apart and your brothers'
Joined the navy
He thought he had nothing to loose.
I will play the music louder
And let it go through,
Let it go through to your head.
How could they hear you, the music was too loud
And was only telling tales?