Don't tell your mother about where you go when the lights are down And don't tell your mother how you're up to no good, nowhere to be found Well, it's time to learn not to work so hard or not at all How will we know when the end is nigh on a day much as any other? Run and play; while away the hours, and you know I would go if I could go But I can't, so thank you all the same Suffice to say I've turned away from it all and don't think I'll be home for a while 'Cause who needs a mother to shout when I'm doing very well by myself? How will we know when the end is nigh on a day much as any other? Get out this house and while away the hours, and could we go well before the summer And you know I would go if I could go, but I can't go now Would go if I could go, but I don't know how You're exactly like the others, older now