david bowie
silver treetop school for boys
Here's the town in which I live Petunia Green Here's the shop and here's the man who sold me laces for my shoes There is Mr.Marcus Boys they say he's mad 'Here's the battle that they won' Silver Treetop School For Boys Early days were good as gold An apple here an apple there And everywhere a 'yes sir', 'no sir' They made me roll the cricket pitch once a day I've never been so happy than at Silver Treetop School For Boys The mowing machine was leaving small piles of grass That when the ??? had risen to the pipe of Mr.Marcus The smell of teaching fell upon the cricket field Smiling, laughing, rolling about at Silver Treetop School For Boys. Hey there They call in the staff room They call in the canteen "Hey come and look at what I found" "I found some boys and Masters sitting On the cricket ground at Silver Treetop School For Boys" The English master, Sir, he wores a purple mask and the Head, was usually sad, was swinging from a tree Mr.Brown the Physics man is off his head And everyone just loves the grass at Silver Treetop School For Boys