When the world, it shows me up
My clothes, they show me up
I never knew this before
My finest hour that I've ever knownWas finding a pound on the undergroundWhen my words came stumbling out
And then I went tumbling out
I've never believed before
And the finest hour that I've ever knownWas finding a pound on the undergroundAnd 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 homeWhen the words came stumbling out of my mouth
And then I went tumbling out here, no no noBut 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 goOh, 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, and much as I'd like to stay
Oh, I just want to go homeYou'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, safer, saner
Bribed the judge and then sat down
You're, you're, you're too young