Mr. Willoughby, whose only luxury is the sugar in his tea    Teaches history at High Worthington School    His clothing has remained unnoticeably plain    His common room technique suitably restrained, though maybe too cool    Work done in the summery sun, see the cricket ball fly    Intently, like a strange demented bird towards the sun    Considering its flight, he pauses for a while    Ah, but Mr. Willoughby, we've never seen you smile    Tell me how come?    Ah well, sometimes it must get lonely    Ah, but it's life and life only       "Maurice," said Renee, "Why didn't you say that you'd be so late    The supper that I made is ruined again.    Is there anything you'd like?". "No, nothing", he replied    Standing by the stairs, not looking in her eyes, so stupidly male    All dark and lying in bed, "You've been with her again"    She blurts out, then turning on her side begins to cry.    At first he doesn't stir but then mumbling his words    He reaches for her hand, she shivers, but doesn't take it away    Ah, for sometimes it does get lonely    Ah, but it's life and life only.       Oh Smithy Smithers-Bell; clerk from Clerkenwell on the beach at    Bournemouth thinks he very well may be next year in France    Inspired for a while, he decides to risk a smile at Mr. Willoughby    Who passes, polishing his glasses, studiously averting his glance    Renee, several deckchairs away, wonders if they would be better    While Maurice is with the kids out in the sea    And I was feeling small, sitting on the wall    Looking at them all and wondering who will I be?    Ah, but sometimes it does get lonely    Ah, but it's life and life only       Ah, but it's life and life only    Ah, but it's life and life only    Ah, but it's life and life ...