I am the son And the heir
Of a shyness that
is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need
to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son And the heir
Of a shyness that
is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need
to be loved
Just like everybody else does
<Interlude>
There's a club if you'd
like to go
You could meet somebody
who really loves you
So you go and you
stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home
And you cry
And you want to die
<Interlude>
When you say
it's gonna happen now
When exactly do you mean
See I've already
waited too long
And all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need
to be loved
Just like everybody else does
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born