When the rivers gleam and the buildings shine
How do you feel goin' up hallowed halls
And the summer clothes brighten gloomy halls
Where do you fit in zzzip magazine
Where the past is the hero and the present a queen
Just tell me right now where do you fit in
With mud in your eye and a passion for gin
Hey, goodbye all you punks
And I'll crawl off to die
But like a woman in childbirth