An Ageing Young Rebel   Called What's His Name   Wanted to be different    While he stayed the same   That he couldn't    He just couldn't   No matter what he would try   Told by his mother   An ageing old thing   You better go see Clever   You give Clever a ring   Which he did   Called him up   Just so Mommy wouldn't cry      Clever heard his story   About different and the same   You crazy   This some silly game   Oh no, no it ain't   Like Mommy said   You gotta straiten up my head   Clever is so clever   Is your cleverness enough    Can you help this ageing rebel   Do you really have the stuff   Bet you don't have    Bet the bread that you'll pass the buck instead      Clever sends our hero   To a funny darken room   Where a crowd of Cunning listens    Giggles in the gloom   That's your problem ageing rebel   Don't you really know the score   You crazy, you think you're gonna change this silly world    Better see yourself a shrink   Cunningly they argue about our boy    Who's breaking down the door      Now he's running down the dark   Diabolical awaits   Grabs him by the ankle    Ain't it just like fate   Diabolical laughs    In an alley full of suit   Forget the same    you'll be different now   Somewhat shorter on one side   Let go    Oh no   Would you diabolical inside   Panic in his brain pulls and gets away    Losses him a foot    It's a dark and evil day      See him running, limping blood   Something soft is just ahead    Something soft is Gentle   He's fallen at her side   She comforts him with kisses   He dreams of suicide         Gentle is so gentle   Grabs the trouble by its root   Bandages his stump   Cuts off his other foot      So you see, it seems to me, a gentle kind of cruelty   Ageing rebel's older, a little wiser maybe too   Gentleness has fixed him   Does he look like me and you   Footless and fancy free   Think how happy Mom will be   Footless and fancy free   Think how happy Mom will be