Bow Down

Written by：Paul Heaton/Ian Peter Cullimore

Mother Father I think that I would rather

Stay at home with you for another year

That building's so tall

And it makes me feel so small

That I might get lost

And simply disappear

Evil smiles won't change my mind

I'm worried and I'm not the worrying kind

Why's that man rubbing his hands

Looking at me writing down his plans

Today I have been molding plasticine

And I made a little man

Who looked just like me

His limbs were so weak

And he couldn't move his mouth to speak

And I could bent him into

Any shape I wanted him to be

Evil smiles won't change my mind

I'm worried and I'm not a the worrying kind

Why's that man rubbing his hands

Looking at me writing down his plans

Those kids with the blazers on

They went in with names on their elbows

Came home with medals on

Spit it out that's way the story goes

A flying start for the briefcase crew

Oh you didn't have to teach me like you did

But you did

Oh you didn't have to beat me like you did

But you did but you did but you did

But you did but you did

You did

You did

You did