Your mother she protected you 

And softened every blow 

And brought you up to fear the worst 

To be careful as you go 



And the learned educators 

With drip-feed [thrifty?] facts to fill 

You up to here with reason 

Well-meaning overkill 



If you find yourself a-growing 

to be old before your time 

Get off the endless corridor 

Set your soul out on the line 



Drive on the young side of life 



When the pressure pains are building 

And you're forced to join the crush 

In the race to mediocrity 

So respectable and plush 



And while the child within is raging 

And threatens to break out 

Get off the endless corridor 

Make a timely turnabout 



Drive on the young side of life.