I made my mark in infant school
As being pretty dumb
I blamed the fact I was a fool
Quite squarely on my mum
She always used to tell me
That I wasn't wired right
That bogey men would visit me
And give me quite a fright
And now she's gone and I moved on
I can't remember how
My life has turned out as it has
Despite my furrowed brow
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