There's more to life than books you know, but not much more

Hand in glove, the good people laugh, yes we may be hidden by rags, But we've something they'll never have

Oh, the alcoholic afternoons when we sat in your room

There's a club if you'd like to go, you could meet somebody who really loves you, so you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go ho…