Social Embarrassment

You are a social embarrassment You're a waiter in the queues At school they were teaching you To fit into a place With the thirty-five others too The only consensus of opinion was For a rain mac or a bowler hat You are alone in your bedsitter With a bed that was made for two And they couldn't work it out She was insecure And could not see it through So she's hitched off to Morocco on her own Looking for something Looking for something new How could they hear you The music was too loud And was only telling tales? Now you cannot talk to your father The years have passed and you've drifted And your brother's joined the Navy He thought he had nothing to lose I will play the music louder And let it go through Let it go through to your head How could they hear you The music was too loud And was only telling tales?