From a youth of waste A life of mess It's a prize to be able to Express myself But first
My name is kevin rowland I'm the leader of the band Herein I wish to clarify Relate And state my plans Tales from near and foreign parts But my friends before we start I would like to call upon Pc barrington
Well now There's no point in punishing The guilty with their crimes I've been chastised so many times I get bitter more every time Pc barrington and me We're inclined to disagree He does not see things like I do
Y'see I'm not pleading ignorance Of fundamental things Politics must be dealt with But they should not be dwelt in
Yeah, well, I thought a little Joke might be a good idea Just to sorta, I dunno Kick off the proceedings As it were, y'know Whattaya think, good idea? Yeah, did you ever hear the one About the, um, y'know, the Middle-class idiots, who, who
Sorta, spend all their time Analyzing their own emotions And writing bullshit poetry Y'know, that we're supposed to read [Laughter begins] I mean, as if we're fuckin' interested!
(That's a good one!) Y'like that one, eh? (Where did ya hear that one?) (Did'ja make it up yourself?) No, no, it's a true story! Honestly!