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?