You curl your toes in fun As you smile at everyone You meet the stares Youre unaware that your doings arent done And you laugh most ruthlessly As you tell us what not to be But how are we supposed to see Where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom With your rings upon your fingers Your downy little sidies And your silver-buckle shoes Playing at the hard-case You follow the example Of the comic paper idol Who lets you bend the rules So, come on ye childhood heroes! Wont you rise up from the pages of your comic books? Your super-crooks And show us all the way Well, make your will and testament, wont you? Join your local government Well have Superman for president Let Robin save the day You put your bet on number one And it comes up every time The other kids have all backed down And they put you first in line And so you finally ask yourself Just how big you are And you take your place in a wiser World of bigger motor cars And you wonder Who to call on So, where the hell was Biggles When you needed him last Saturday? And where are all the Sportsmen, Who always pulled you through? They are resting down in Cornwall Writing up their memoirs For a paperback edition Of the Boy Scout Manual youtu.be/AOjhpoC0ukY
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