Social Embarrassment

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 concensus 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 someone 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 apart 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?