She's from somewhere near oxford He's from somewhere near somewhere else, Can't you tell, And they think that by being louder That will make them stand out from the croud, As it were, And although they wear their hearts on their sleeves, They're forever changing their clothes, And a smith's t-shirt doesn't make you a poet, Like a book, don't mean you're wise,
Revolution in the union, But you're less like Karl and more like Harp oh Marx, For a start, You're here just as I'm here, We don't want to get a proper job, For a while, And although we wear our hearts on our sleeves, We're forever changing our clothes, And a smith's t-shirt doesn't make me a poet, Like a book don't mean i'm wise, But nobody wants to be told they should wait in the car, And as the rest pull away oh you're sat sound and safe in the car, Nobody wants to be told they should wait in the, Nobody wants to be told, Nobody wants to be told they should wait in the car.