and the world it shows me up my clothes they show me up i never knew this before my finest hour that i ve ever known was finding a pound on the underground and my words came stumbling out then i went tumbling out i ve never been hit before and the finest hour that i ve ever known was finding a pound on the underground and i ll keep hoping you are the same as me and i ll send you letters and come to your house for tea we are who we are what do the others know but poetry is not for me so show me the way to go home and the words came stumbling out of my mouth and then i went tumbling out but i ll keep hoping you are the same as me and i ll send you letters and come to your house for tea we are who we are what do the others know but poetry is not for me so show me the way to go oh i m going home but i ll keep hoping you are the only one yes and i ll send you letters wouldn t it be such fun we are who we are whatever the others say but poetry is not for me and much as i d like to stay oh i just want to go home you re you re you re too young should ve been you you re you re too young it should ve been you too you re too you re too young it should ve been you you you re too young you should ve been safer saner bribed the judge and then sat down ooh you re you re you re too young1