Spirit of Play

We recorded this song the other day. And I thought it would only be right to post the lyrics here, in case my singing/yelling is so garbled that it's impossible to make out the words.

Note the use of quite a rude turn of phrase in the very first line of the song! Rock! And! Roll!

Get up, you lazy son of a bitch
it's time you went to school
that mighty ass has to go to class
this ain't no hill and you ain't no fool...

You're gonna be late as it is
Half past eight and you're barely dressed
I've been up since dawn and I've mowed the lawn
did you have sweet dreams?

CHORUS
you should go to school
it's really cool, it's really groovy
make yourself a friend
don't just pretend
go see a movie, prove me wrong

go forth and get an education,
a good degree, a formality
a City job, one that pays a lot
I don't want to die young with an unemployed son

did you have sweet dreams?

CHORUS
you should go to school
it's really cool, it's really groovy
make yourself a friend
don't just pretend
go see a movie, prove me wrong

get up, you lazy son of a bitch
you know that we're not rich
there's been hell to pay since the very day
that your daddy upped and he went away . . .

did you have sweet dreams?

CHORUS
you should go to school
it's really cool, it's really groovy
make yourself a friend
don't just pretend
go see a movie, prove me wrong

So there it is. I'd like to think of this song as a cry from the soul. A scream of existential anguish. etc.

Definitely not a dubious impersonation of single mum addressing her son. Oh no.