Dazed And Confucious

I want to be in the avant garde,

But I'll never do it, it's just too hard.

I wear the clothes like a pine head,

But when it's 10:30, I'm off to bed.

Chorus:

Go to bed.

Week night discos and late night movies

Are indispensable to be called groovy.

My friends go out at 11:30 p.m. -

I'm meant to be in bed an hour before then.

They go to clubs and then go berserk;

I go to bed then go to work.

They look at me and shake their heads,

Just like they did when their mum said:

To go with them would be heaven sent

But staying out doesn't pay the rent.

They look with pity on us conventional sheep;

I wanna be an artist, but I just go to sleep.

Mum said:

"Skag, Fred?

Of course

Try horse."

But Fred

Shook head -

Wet eyed

Replied:

"Mother,

Rather

Clean room,

Sweep broom,

Pass test -

Do best."

"Oh, son,

No fun:

Here's crack;

Try smack.

Homework's

For jerks."

"But mum,

Listen -

One day

Straight A's

I'll get.

Effort,

Damn it,

'S worth it."

"Bullshit.

I knit

Booties;

Nappies

I fold;

I hold

You tight

At night -

Now you

Think you

Know all!

Gone all

Straight guy!

Where'd I

Go wrong?

Have bong,

Syringe;

Don't whinge -

NO sums;

No son

Of mine

Can't find

Mainline,

Sink scoob,

Miss food,

Skip school,

Break rule,

Paint train,

Kill brain;

Here Fred,

Acid -

Drop it.

Stop it,

This bluff:

Straight stuff's

A bore.

No more.

You'll part

Mum's heart."

Fred spoke:

"I'll toke,

Oh no,

On no

Drug pipe

Tonight.

No bong.

It's wrong!

Cocaine

Rots brain.

Need rest:

Maths test

Friday -

Good day."

So said

Son Fred.

He went to

GO TO BED.