Lyrics:

Now he wanted to fly all those big aeroplanes Trans-continental and back home again But his brain, it was grounded His head could not cope No qualifications, no reasons for hope They told him the right way to fasten his tie Beat him for laughing and never said why They left his for dead when the results came through And still never asked what he wanted to do No qualifications so late in the day We've screwed you up, well, now you make your own way Now to label your trousers and label your shoes If you don't wear nothing then label that too No qualifications, you are the time born If you wanna succeed you better get some qualifications So late in the day We've screwed you up, well, now you make your own way