Album: Reading, Writing and Arithmetic
When the world, it shows me up, my clothes, they show me up, I never knew this before.
The finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground.
When my words came stumbling out then I went tumbling out, I've never been hit before.
The finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground
And I keep hoping you are the same as me and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea.
We are who we are, what do the others know?
But poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go home.
When the words came stumbling out of my mouth and I went tumbling out (here, no, no, no, no).
But I keep hoping you are the same as me and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea.
We are who we are, what do the others know
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go, oh, I'm going home.
But I'll keep hoping you are the only one, yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun?
Oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say,
but poetry is not for me, as much as I'd like to stay, oh, I just want to go home.
You're, you're, you're too young, should've been, you, you're, you're too young.
It should've been, you too, you're too, you're too young,
it should've been, you, you, you're too young, you should've been Safe here.
Bribed the judge and then sat down, ooh, you're, you're, you're too young.