THE TEACHERS ARE AFRAID OF THE PUPILS

There's too many people

Planning your downfall

When your spirit's on trial

These nights can be frightening

Sleep transports sadness

To some other mid-brain

And somebody here

Will not be here next year

So you stand by the board

Full of fear and intention

And, if you think that they're listening

Well, you've got to be joking

Oh, you understand change

And you think it's essential

But when your profession

Is humiliation

Say the wrong word to our children ...

We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you

Lay a hand on our children

And it's never too late to have you

Mucus on your collar

A nail up through the staff chair

A blade in your soap

And you cry into your pillow

To be finished would be a relief

Say the wrong word to our children ...

We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you

Lay a hand on our children

And it's never too late to have you

To be finished would be a relief

I'm very glad the spring has come

The sun shines out so bright

All the birds that are on the trees

Are singing for delight

READER MEET AUTHOR

You don't know a thing about their lives

They live where you wouldn't dare to drive

You shake as you think of how they sleep

But you write as if you all lie side-by-side

Reader, meet Author

With the hope of hearing sense

But you may be feeling let down

By the words of defence

He says : "No-one ever sees me when I cry"

You don't know a thing about their lives

Books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives

And if a fight broke out here tonight

You'd be the first away, because you're that type

And the Year 2000 won't change anyone here

As each fabled promise flies so fast

You'll swear it was never there

Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life ?

So safely with your software; all miles from the front line

You hear the way their sad voice sings, and you start to imagine things

Oh, any excuse to write more lies

THE BOY RACER

He's just too good-natured and

He's got too much money and

He's got too many girlfriends

I'm jealous, that's all

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's got too many girlfriends

He thinks he owns this city

He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands

Stood at the urinal

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands

And I'm gonna ... kill him !

Oh, no !

Oh ....

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's just too good-looking

He's just too good-looking, and

And, and ...

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's just too good-natured and

He's got too much money and

He's got too many girlfriends

I'm jealous, that's all

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's got too many girlfriends

He thinks he owns this city

He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands

Stood at the urinal

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands

And I'm gonna ... kill him !

Oh, no !

Oh ....

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's just too good-looking

He's just too good-looking, and

And, and ...

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

THE OPERATION

You fight with your right hand

And caress with your left hand

Everyone I know is sick to death of you

With a tear that's a mile wide

In the kite that you're flying

Everyone I know is sick to death of you

Ever since

You don't look the same

You're just not the same, no way

You say clever things and

You never used to

You don't catch what I'm saying

When you're deafened to advice

Everyone here is sick to the

Back teeth of you

With a tear that's a mile wide

In the kite that you're flying

Everyone here is sick to the

Tattoo of you

Ever since

You don't look the same

You're just not the same, no way

You say pleasant things and

There is no need to

Still, you fight with your right hand

And caress with your left hand

Ooh, ooh ...

Sad to say ...

How once I was in love with you

Sad to say ...

You don't catch what I'm saying

When you're deafened to advice

Ooh, ooh ...

Ever since

You don't look the same

You're just not the same, no way

What the hell have

They stuck into you ?

DAGENHAM DAVE

Head in the clouds, and a mouthful of pie

Head in a blouse, everybody loves him

I see why

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Oh, Dagenham Dave

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Oh, Dagenham Dave

"I love Karen, I love Sharon" on the windowscreen

With never the need to fight or to question a single thing

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Oh, Dagenham Dave

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Oh, Dagenham Dave

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Oh, Dagenham Dave

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Dagenham Dave

He'd love to touch, he's afraid that he might self-combust

I could say more, but you get the general idea

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Dagenham, Dagenham

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Dagenham, Dagenham Dave

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Oh, Dave, oh, Dagenham, dagenham

Dagenham Dave

Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave

Oh, Dave, oh, Dave, oh, Dave

Oh, Dave

DO YOUR BEST AND DON’T WORRY

Compare the best of their days

With the worst of your days

You won't win

With your standards so high

And your spirits so low

At least remember ...

This is you on a bad day, you on a pale day

Just do your best and don't ...

Don't worry, oh

The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair

See the best of how they look

Against the worst of how you are

And again, you won't win

With your standards so high

And your spirits so low

At least remember ...

This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress

Just do your best and don't ...

Don't worry, oh

The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair

Just do your best and don't ...

Don't worry, oh

The way you watch yourself is oh, so unfair

Just do your best and don't ...

Don't worry, oh

The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair

Just do your best and don't ...

Don't worry, oh

Do your best and don't ...

BEST FRIEND ON THE PAYROLL

I turn the music down; and I don't know why, this is my house

The best friend on the payroll

No, no, no, it's not gonna work out

It's not gonna work out

No, no, no, no

The best friend on the payroll

Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out

It's not gonna work out

More breakfast in bed, and I'll bring the paper in later

The best friend on the payroll

Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out

It's not gonna work out

No, no, no, no

The best friend on the payroll

Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out

It's not gonna work out

More breakfast in bed, and I'll bring the paper in later

The best friend on the payroll

No, no, no, it's not gonna work out

It's not gonna work out

No, no, no, no

The best friend on the payroll

No, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out

It's not gonna work out

SOUTHPAW

You were a boy before you became a man

I don't see the joy

And you ran with your pals in the sun

You turned around and they were gone

Again ...

A sick boy should be treated

So easily defeated

Oh, I just don't understand

So you ran with your pals in the sun

You turned around

You were alone

Again ...

And you ran back to Ma

Which set the pace for the rest of your days

Oh, you ran back to Ma

Which set the pace for the rest of your days

Oh, you ran back to Ma

Which set the pace for the rest of your days

And now, there is something that you should know

There is something that you should know

The girl of your dreams is

Here all alone

Girl of your dreams is

Here all alone

The girl of your dreams is

Sad and all alone

The girl of your dreams is

Here all alone

There is something that you should know

Girl of your dreams is

Here all alone

The girl of your dreams is

Sad and is all alone

The girl of your dreams is

Sad and is feeling all alone

Oh, there is something that you should know

Help me, help me, help me ...