Swing It Far

　　Swing It Far - Ian Anderson

　　I was no good on the rugger field

　　Pushing and kicking brutish

　　Boys bothered me

　　Sensitive and caring seemed the

　　Lighter brighter way to be

　　Mr Jennings good housemaster

　　Seemed instinctively to understand

　　Touched me with his gentle presence

　　Under bedclothes underhand Underhand

　　Overnight he did a runner

　　Threatened with harsh expose

　　I fell to pieces dropped out

　　Of classes into life's endless melee

　　Endless melee

　　Parents listened didn't get it

　　Poof and Jesse Daddy said

　　Mummy tried but fussed and fretted

　　Skeletons best left under bed

　　Under the bed

　　Camden Market in the winter

　　A cold stone's throw from Kentish Town

　　Got a minute Just the ticket

　　Meet the boys and mess around

　　And mess around

　　Independence far from suburbia

　　Doss down and dirty tucked up tight

　　How's your father Not too chipper

　　Serves the bugger flippin' right

　　Flippin' right

　　Parents listened didn't get it

　　Poof and Jesse Daddy said

　　Mummy tried but fussed and

　　Fretted skeletons best left under bed

　　On the streets a rude survival

　　Hot like minded overtures

　　Sad departure sweet arrival

　　If you don't like it right up yours

　　There comes a point when deep conviction

　　Bears down hard on who you are

　　Pointless to don cloak of denial

　　Get the lead out and swing it far swing it far

　　Swing it far swing it far swing it far swing it