Social Embarrassment -

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?