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Master Kent has been hard at work

All day long in his school shirt

He’s been staring at the board

Only thinking of the time

When he won’t be pushing pens on greasy books

Can throw those books away, away, away

Silly teachers, silly rules for boring subjects

Throw those books away, away, away

And one day he’ll have a job

Pushing pens and dreaming of

Easy days of youth at school

Naive ways and basic rules

When he wasn’t working hard

To keep his life from falling right away, away, away

Had no kids or mortgage then

Or boozy habits to help him get away, away, away

Away, away

Away, away

Kent hopes one day to retire

Superannuated ease

Carefree schoolboy days gain

Drinking beer just as he please

Then he won’t be driven by a whinging boss

Can throw that job away, away, away

Be his own boss every day

Kent knows that day is still so far away, away, away

Away, away

Away, away