Run, run, run, runaway Today's a holiday Today we needn't worry About the clothes we wear No more ‘geog' on the old school bog no cracks about our hair Janitor Giles, you cannot see me Janitor Giles, it's great to be free
Hide, hide, hide, hide away Today it's truant we play Dodgy school inspectors Will not suspect we're here No more French on the old school bench No clouts behind our ears Janitor Giles, you cannot see me Janitor Giles, it's great to be free
But life is what you make it And you missed school today Good old Smithy and his pals What keeps them away
We're going round We dare not make a sound To the house of my best friend To a shed that he has found And oh you'll have to gasp As he takes out and shows to you the photograph Takes out and shows to you the photograph
What the picture shows Is awfully clear to me My friends older than I Fest their eyes so greedily But I shall run away and go upstairs and play with my model railway
What goes on at night When there is no-one else around Is the strangest part of growing up that I've yet found Though what the doe and rabbit did today at school was real It failed to answer questions about the way I feel Maybe I'm a queer?
It could be by tomorrow The answers will be found In these pages of a magazine The Vicars left around And late into the night We will wonder if the dialog was right We will wonder if the dialog was right
Wonder if my parents worry about this kind of thing Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting? A lovely girl lives up the road She's much older than I I'd really like to know her Give the whole theory a try To see if it is real To see just how it feels
Hush now the boy is sleeping And we don't want him to wake him until the morning He's got a hard day to take At the school that he hates And so let's leave him dreaming Until the morning sun shines through his window Let's leave him dreaming Until the morning Let's leave him dreaming