Oh I feel sympathy. Be grateful, My Son
for what you get.
Expression and passion.
Two days for watching the sunset.
When I was your age, amusement,
We made for ourselves.
Permission to breathe sir?
Don't talk like that: I'm your old man.
They'll soon be demobbed, Son, so join up
As much as you can.
You can't borrow that 'cause that's for the races
And doesn't grow on trees.

I only feel what touches me and feeling
Touches I can see
A better state to be in.
Who has the right to question what I might do
In feelings I should touch the real
And only things I feel?

It's advice and it's nice to know when
You're best advised.
You're only turned thirty so, Son,
You'd better apologize.
And when you grow up, if you're good,
We will buy you a bike.