Let me tell you about a place I knew,
Where the fields were green and the skies were blue,
In middle class suburbia with a swimming pool,
And all the other trappings of a public school.

I'd get a size-6-rugby in my face,
For not liking games that much and "being out of place"
Or get my head kicked in for liking Yes,
Instead of Suzi Quattro, or The Rubettes
But they didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes

All the instruments were out of tune,
Except a grand piano in a forbidden room,
Which is of course where I spent all my days,
Except when writing lines because I'd disobeyed

And the media kick our faces again,
Bill Bailey takes the piss from us on "Prog Top Ten"
Class discrimination's gone, (little by little)
Unless you happen to be the man in the middle!
But they didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes