Cm F Dm Eb Mother, Father, I think that I would rather Cm F Dm Eb Stay at home with you for another year Cm F Dm Eb That buildingʼs so tall and it makes me feel so small Cm F Dm Eb That I might get lost and simply disappear. Cm F Evil smiles wonʼt change my mind, Gm Iʼm worried an Iʼm not the worrying kind. Cm F Whyʼs that man rubbung his hands Gm F Looking at me writing down his plans? Cm F Dm Eb Today I have been moulding plasticine Cm F Dm Eb And I made a little man who looked just like me Cm F Dm Eb His limbs were so weak and he couldnʼt move his mouth to speak Cm F Dm Eb And I could bend him into any shape I wanted him to be. Cm F Evil smiles wonʼt change my mind, Gm Iʼm worried an Iʼm not the worrying kind. Cm F Whyʼs that man rubbung his hands Gm F Looking at me writing down his plans? Cm F Those kids with the blazers on, Gm They went in with names on their elbows. Cm F Came home with medals on. Gm F Spit it out thatʼs the way the story goes Cm F A flying start from the briefcase crew. Cm F Gm Oh, you didnʼt have to teach me like you did Cm F Gm But you did. Cm F Gm But you did... Cm F Gm You did. Cm F Gm You did...
