Cycling to parliament - a song

“If only I could have a guardian angel, tell me what to do” (Grease)

Your story's sad to tell, a teenage ne'er-do-well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block
Your future's so unclear now, what's left of your career now
Can't even get a trade-in on your smile

Boarding school drop-out, what did you do to get kicked out?
Boarding school drop-out, did you scream and did you shout?
Fags beyond the corridors and whisky in the showers
caught by prowling member staff
Who oofed you with their powers

Baby get moving (better get moving),
Must keep your feeble hopes alive
What are you proving (what am I proving)?
You've got the dream, must find the drive
If you get to meet ol’ Cameron, you mustn’t be afraid
Turn in your memories and leave your boarding school

Boarding school drop-out, hangin' around the liquor store
Boarding school drop-out, it's about time I knew the score
Well they couldn't teach me anything,
They threw me in a locker
One or two of them would come to me,
point, scorn and say “now dock her”

Baby don't sweat it (don't sweat it),
It was all so long ago
Better forget it (forget it), these are heavy memories to tow
Now your hair is curled, your lashes twirled, and still the world is cruel
Paint on that angel face and leave your boarding school

Baby don't blow it, don't put my good advice to shame
Baby you know it, even the priests now say the same
Now I've called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta fly
Gotta be goin' to that La Land in the sky

Boarding school drop-out, go to the Commons
Boarding school drop-out, go to the Commons
Boarding school drop-out, go to the Commons

(Frankie Avalon featuring Stigmum and me)

The Commons don't meet on a Friday, for that was the day I went. A policeman told me I would never meet the Prime Minister and I said: "Do you mind if I don't believe you?"