Lyrics:

You are a social embarrassment
You're a waiter in the queues
At school they were teaching you
To fit into a place
With the thirty-five others too
The only consensus of opinion was
For a rain mac or a bowler hat

You are alone in your bedsitter
With a bed that was made for two
And they couldn't work it out
She was insecure
And could not see it through
So she's hitched off to Morocco on her own
Looking for something
Looking for something new
How could they hear you
The music was too loud
And was only telling tales?

Now you cannot talk to your father
The years have passed and you've drifted
And your brother's joined the Navy
He thought he had nothing to lose
I will play the music louder
And let it go through
Let it go through to your head
How could they hear you
The music was too loud
And was only telling tales?