(R. Stewart / G. Grainger)
 
Ever since I was a kid at school
 I messed around with all [bad word] 
 Apologised then realised
 I'm not different after all
 
Me and the boys thought we had it sussed
 Valentinos all of us
 My dad said we looked ridiculous
 But boy we broke some hearts
 In and out of [bad word] free
 Waging war with society
 Dumb blank faces stare back at me
 But nothing ever changed
 
Promises made in the heat of the night
 Creeping home before it got too light
 I wasted all that precious time
 and blamed it on the wine
 
 [bad word] 
 
I was only joking my dear
 Looking for a way to hide my fear
 What kind of fool was I 
I could never win
 
Never found [bad word] 
 Collected lovers like butterflies
 Illusions of that grand first prize
 are slowly wearing thin
 Susy baby you were good to me
 Giving love unselfishly
 But you took it all too seriously
 I guess it had to end
 
 [bad word] 
 
Now you ask me if I'm sincere
 That's the question that I always fear
 Verse seven is never clear
 But I'll tell you what you want to hear
 I try to give you all you want
 But giving love is not my strongest point
 If that's the case it's pointless going on
 I'd rather be alone
 'Cause what I'm doing must be wrong
 Pouring my heart out in a song
 Owning up for posterity
 For the whole [bad word] world to see
 
Quietly now while I turn a page
 Act one is over without costume change
 The principal would like to leave the stage
 The crowd don't understand