Oh, the alcoholic afternoons when we sat in your room

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

I'm here with the cause, I'm holding the torch In the corner of your room- can you hear me? And when you're dancing and laughing, and finally living, Hear my v…

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