Thanks be to Margaret, I'm trained supremely well In how to dally, dawdle, doss and dwell With a biro, a giro and a bicycle Through the summer of '84 I pedalled You learn so swift how to shape the time dumped on your hands While being measured lesser than any real working man Leaving school over-qualified To be economically vilified Shafted, shunted, shunned and shamed and crucified Costa-del-Dole tan worn with pride In my possession the teeniest tiniest crumb of hash Cheap sunglasses A Penguin Classic paperback And a flask A Seeker on the Path [Canal towpath] There's room at the top they are telling you still For debt crushed students and the mentally ill There's room at the top they are telling you still For zero-houred and the terminally ill ahh, ahh, ohh