Oh I feel, sympathy
Be grateful my son for what you get
Expression and passion
Ten days for watching the sunset
When I was your age amusement we made for ourselves
Verse 2
Permission to breathe sir
Don't talk like that I'm your old man
They'll soon be demobbed son
So join up as soon as you can you can't borrow that
Cos that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees
Interlude
And feel in touching I can see
A better state to be in
Who has the right to question what I might do
In feeling I should touch the real
And only things I feel
Verse 3 (same as Verse 1)
It's advice and it's nice
To know when you're best advised
You're only turned thirty
So son you'd better apologize
And when you grow up you're good we will buy you a bike