Oh, I feel sympathy   Be grateful my son for what you get   Expression and passion   Ten days for watching the sunset      When I was your age   Amusement we made for ourselves   "Permission to breathe, sir"   Don't talk like that, I'm your old man      They'll soon be demobbed son   So join up as soon as you can   You can't borrow that   'Cos that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees      I only feel what touches me   And feel in touching I can see   A better state to be in      Who has the right   To question what I might do   In feeling I should touch the real   And only things I feel      It's advice and it's nice   To know when you're best advised   You've only turned thirty   So son, you'd better apologize      And when you grow up   If you're good we will buy you a bike