Pity the Plight Score (Original Score)

Picture the face of your fellows

Too long a bed with no sleep

With their complex romantic attachments

All look on their sorrows and weep

They dont get a moments reflection

There's always a crowd in their eye

Pity the plight of young fellows

Regard all their worries and cry

Their crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps

Leaving it up to the school

Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps

And the climate; oppressively cool

Give me one acre of cellos

Songwriters

BENJAMIN PAUL BALLANCE-DREW, JOHN COOPER CLARKE, ALEXANDER WILLIAM SHUCKBURGHPublished by

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