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