She was sixteen, I'm sure you know that
And to come from town was quite a way
You must have known it would not be tit for tat
To chase the girl yet not to play… sailaway
I know you have to be around for everyone
And that you have a swathe of friends
But, even if you give out your special song
You may not expect the girl to make amends
To invite three; at least three that I know of
There may have been more
Certainly they arrived before the police
And the other pretty girls queued outside the door
Not all at your brothers bequest either
Nor for your football friends misdemeanours
Neither luvvies, or hippies from the Builder's club
Or dance floor divas, from Lord Jim's Discotheque
