He’s not the boy they had anticipated
He’s ludicrously coy and fearful of loutish behaviour
So he fled the football pitch and ran down to a nearby ditch
where he laid himself down
And he waited there in the vain hope that the girl of his dreams
Would come, but she never came

Meanwhile his family howl in horror
As he pursues his sunlit dare

And they can dance around indignantly
But this boy simply could not care

His family suspect the worse
But they have got no way of knowing and no earthly way of showing
So inevitably they are going to keep it to themselves



He’s not the boy she had always imagined
A dance in her dreams that infiltrate her thoughts in the night time
But as she cycles in the dark
He swiftly passes by
She wonders if he will ever dare to look her in the eye
But he never does, he never does

Meanwhile his family howl in horror
As he pursues his sunlit dare

And they can dance around indignantly
But this boy simply could not care

His family suspects the worse
But they have got no way of knowing and no earthly way of showing
So inevitably they are going to keep it to themselves



Keep it to themselves

So they hang their heads in shame conceal their true disdain
But Instead of confrontation they just turn and walk away

But they hang their heads in shame, like flowers in the rain
But Instead of confrontation they will repeat this tired refrain

Singing

WHY CANT YOU JUST COME HOME FOR TEA !

WHY CANT HE JUST COME HOME FOR TEA !

Copyright Robert Lloyd 2011
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