There are many things I don’t understand
Like satellites and footless tights
Fax machines and boot-cut jeans
Evil men who maim and scare
And Politicians with dodgy hair
I’m not a child and not a fool
I learned my lessons well at school
Why then bad men rise and good ones fall?
And some of us never love at all
And why, when we find it
And beg it remain
Do you take it away and leave us such pain?