Be Prepared

I was in the sea scouts around twelve or thirteen

I didn't do much, except one jamboree

The motto repeated again and again

Be prepared, be prepared, be prepared til the end

So I learnt the knots and I practised the creed

More morse codes and recipes than I'll ever need

I kept my my woggle straight and my black shoes all shined

I was prepared, was prepared, each Monday 'round nine

She tore through me like I was crepe paper

And I guess I'll find all the pieces of me later

But I walk and wonder most days and most night

Why wasn't I prepared for the rest of my life

I played some football for ten or twelve years

Before them damn Rolling Stones wrecked my brilliant career

I played like the guys I just can't stand them now

They wait round the back for what they can steal

I drank and I smoked and I fucked up through training

And I flicked the towel when I should have been changing

But I don't play the backs of packs since that day

Don't wait, don't wait or she'll get away

Be prepared, be prepared or she'll get away

A teenage production of West Side Story

My singing was crappy and my singing was poorly

But my favourite song came about second act

Play it cool, play it cool and you'll win her back

And the chorus line stepped up to take the applause

With their hair gel melting through their teenage pores

And the parents never knew what was behind those smiles

Play it cool, play it cool and you'll be alright

Be prepared, be prepared and she'll be alright

You don't like the mornings and I sure love the night

That's alright baby that's no reason to fight

Lets meet up 'round seven when the cool air runs in again

and be prepared, be prepared for a long long night in