Expectations
Monday morning wake up knowing that you’ve got to go to schoolTell your mum what to expect, she says it’s right out of the blueDo you want to work in debenham’s, because that’s what they expectStart in lingerie, and doris is your supervisor
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the startFor careers you say you want to be remembered for your artYour obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strangeMaking life-size models of the velvet underground in clay
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you’ve got no appetiteAnd the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tightSo they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserkWhile your cleaning up the mess the teacher’s looking up your skirt
You’ve been used, you’re confusedWrite a song, I’ll sing alongAre you calm? settle downSoon you will know that you are saneYou’re on top of the world again
Monday morning wake up knowing that you’ve got to go to schoolMum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?Do you went to work in c&a, ’cause that’s what they expectMove to ladieswear and take a feel off joe the storeman
Tell Veronica the secret of the boy you never kissedShe’s got everything to gain ’cause she’s a fat girl with a lispShe sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs’cause you can’t afford a blazer and you’re always wearing clogs
At the interval you lock yourself away inside a roomHeed of english gets you, asks you, what the hell do you think you’re doing?Do you think you’re better than the other kids? well get outside.You’ve got permission, but you’ve got to make the bastard think he’s right