Godley & Creme Punchbag
If I brought a note to school That said my days were numbered They'd leave me Numb and bleeding Or strangle me with jump-leads Momma, momma, momma, In my world The birds don't sing The bells don't ring The bicycle bells, the bicycle bells Momma, momma, momma, Help me! I wish I could blend Into the background I've no excuses for my lack of guts Lack of guts What is it about me That draws attention? Fourth form atrocities Punchbag Come and get it Socrates Got to hit back Get down on your knees Ready for the polythene bag I've never been a natural At physical things I've never been good at cross-country running Since the first football hit me in the ear Like a frozen cannonball And the knees buckled And stayed bent And the laughs came And the nerve went And "Dirty Jew" Was written on the blackboard Fourth form atrocities Punchbag Come and get it Socrates Got to hit back Get down on your knees Ready for the polythene Ready for the polythene Ready for the polythene Bag treatment Running through the corridors Far too many obstacles Bursting, bursting Bursting for the crap I know They'll never let me have Fourth form punchbag Oh God I wish that I was Thicker than I am And thinner than I am Oh God I wish that I had Normal ears And clearer skin I'm praying for the day When handsome's out And ugly's in Fourth form punchbag Fourth form punchbag To Jesus I pray For strength to survive Your Christian soldiers Smell blood I torture myself in private To prepare me for the pain I talk to myself in public On the buses and the train My father just ignores it `Cos it goes against the grain Momma, momma, momma, Help me! Fourth form punchbag Fourth form punchbag Booming round the corridors Like guadiamus igitur Fourth form punchbag Fourth form punchbag Can I Please Get Up Now No When?
