A Misspent Youth

Social worker, teacher, Sunday school preacher
Give the children what they need
Magistrate and advocate, don't rush to legislate
Think before you sow the seeds
Seeds are sure to flower, the child become a man
I'm the man to tell you, take it from a misspent youth

I was absent from the schoolroom, present in the poolroom
Most of my younger days
Too old for youth clubs, too young for pubs
A victim of my time and place
Drinking wine and dreaming, thinking of the days
I'd go out from the schoolroom, bring home a working wage

Oh we've talkеd of revolution being the solution
Things arе much the same today
Talk of making changes, talk of rearranging
Everything's the same old way
And everybody knows if we could tell the truth
We're too busy making money to listen to a misspent youth