School.kar

Don't forget your books,
you know you've got to learn the golden rule.

The teacher tells you stop your play
and get on with your work,

and be like Johnny toogood:
don't you know he never shirks,
he's comin' along.

After school is over, you're playing in the park.
Oh, don't be out too late, don't let it get too dark.

They tell you not to hang around
and learn what life's about,

and grow up just like them;
won't let you work it out,
and you're full of doubt.

Don't do this
and don't do that.

What are they trying to do?
Make a good boy of you.
But do they know where it's at?

Don't criticise,
they're old and wise.

Do as they tell you to.
Don't want the devil to
come and put out your eyes.

Maybe I'm mistaken expecting you to fight;
or maybe I'm just crazy,
I don't know wrong from right.

But while I'm still living, I've just got this to say:
it's always up to you if you wanna be that,
wanna see that, wanna see that way.

You're comin' along!